Okay, what gives? I’ve had a really bad headache since Monday afternoon and it’s getting old at this point. It’s not as bad as it was on Tuesday (I went home after working only a few hours and ended up taking 3 naps throughout the afternoon), but I’m still having residual pain (at least the photophobia is gone). I think it’s a hormone-related migraine and I hope it doesn’t become a monthly thing. (Remember when I asked you what to expect when I came off the Pill? This is one of them, as is increased acne. Oh, how I’m loving this. NOT.)

I neglected to register to vote when we moved here last year so I’m missing out on the local elections today. I feel like shit about it because I care about society and our laws even if I don’t follow politics religiously like some do. I don’t want to be a dumb shit who plainly states (as my co-worker did today) “I don’t vote. I never do.” Period. End. Don’t question my stupidity. At least that’s how I perceived it. And now I’m following suit by neglecting to register in time to make my voice heard. I suck.

I get pissed off easily but am a wuss when it comes to confrontations. Case in point: my neighbor dude got a dog a few weeks ago and has made it a routine to walk said dog into and completely through my yard every morning. This means that as I sit and eat breakfast each day, he walks right by my big bay window in the dining room scaring the shit out of me. Okay, I have a total issue with this. WTF!? This is MY yard, mother fucker, not YOURS. Why are you in my space everyday like it’s no big deal? He lets his dog piss and poop in my yard and then continues walking out to the street like that’s what my yard is for – a convenient path to the street. This has been making my blood boil for some time, so I decided to confront him this morning after it happened again. My heart was pounding, but I did it anyway because I figured it was worth it. I went up to him and nicely said, “Hey there. I know you’re just walking her, but I feel a little imposed on when you walk through my yard every day.” He said, “Oh, well she needs to pee, but I clean it up if it’s poop.” I’m thinking – well, that’s just dandy of you to clean up her shit, but my yard is not the dog park, ass hole! I said, “I understand that, but I have a big window looking out onto our yard and I look up and all of a sudden there’s a guy right there, you know? I just feel like there’s no dividing line between your yard and my yard anymore.” He mumbled, “Okay, I won’t do it anymore.” I thanked him and then said “sorry,” which I totally shouldn’t have because I’m NOT sorry! HE should be sorry for assuming my yard is open to the public. GAHHHHH. My heart was pounding as I got in my car and drove to work. I am such a wuss, but I’m proud of myself for finally talking to him about it.

[@#&@&!! I just talked to Huz and lame neighbor is now banging on the drums all day. Guess that’s my payback for bitching about my yard.]