*sigh* Today has been very disappointing indeed. Not because anything bad happened, per se, it’s just been dull. All of this build-up, and then nothing. I hate days like that. I figure they’re just tests from the producers of The Heather Show. Just how eager am I to work on these projects? What happens when suddenly everything’s anticlimactic? Ah well. I guess I’ll just ride the wave of boredom.

It was partially my fault that not much happened today. See, I was up here in my room, working, minding my own business, when the doorbell rang. I peaked out a window and saw that it was the mailman. I dashed down the stairs to try and keep him from waiting, but in the process of dashing I ended up slipping on the cuff of my pretty satin pajama pants. I was about to fall down the stairs when I caught myself on the railing and kind of swung around, twisting my right hip. It hurt *really* bad. I got to the door, took the package from the mailman, and hobbled back upstairs, content to stay in my room for the rest of the day. After all, I couldn’t go to the gym like I planned with a twisted hip, and I couldn’t very well waltz into the BMW dealership and charm them to no end, limping all the way. So, I decided to work on a Christmas present for a friend, taking advantage of the extra time so I could put a few extra special touches on it.

But that wasn’t the end of the deliveries. Forty-five minutes later, a lovely UPS Guy showed up. Half an hour after that, a FedEx Man joined the party. I swear, if an Airborne Express Dude had dared to ring that doorbell, I would have had a fit. It was absolutely, positively no fun going up and down those stairs so many times today just to receive packages that weren’t even for me anyway.

To top all this off, I tried to call that lady from Peter Samuelson’s charity, but she wasn’t in her office all day. I had a feeling that would happen, since she was moving, and I know first hand how easily moving can take longer than predicted. I left her a message. I think I’ll call her again tomorrow, see if she’s in. Dang it, I’m dying to know what they want me to do!

You know what the saddest part of today was? That Christmas present I mentioned – the extra special added touches ended up not working. They took me four freakin’ hours, and they didn’t work. I really want to redo it, but I just can’t stand the thought of dealing with it again. (I’m trying to be vague here, sorry, cause I know the intended recipient of this gift will be reading this. I know that if I say anything specific about it at all that said gift-reciever will know immediately what it is.)

I have to wake up early tomorrow and I really don’t want to. I have yet another appointment to see yet another neurologist. If they lecture me about percocet again or tell me I’m not worth their time, someone’s gonna be sorry. Okay, okay, that someone will be me because there’s nothing I can do to them, but I’ll be sorry because dang it I’m really tired of having headaches. I’ve gone without the pain medication for a week now because it’s all I have left, but tonight’s headache is pretty horrible. I may just have to cave and take one. I hate it.

Let’s hope for a better day tomorrow. No more twisting my hip out of place, no more incessant delivery men (unless they bring me something pretty, or if they stop by to say “Hi!” and take me out on a date [this contingency only applies if they’re in the proper age range and single… cute would help as well]), no more headaches, and maybe a meeting arranged with the lady from the charity. That would be nice. Mmmhmm.