All the Rage

I’m behind on my postings because work has been busy. So I need to write about the wedding week that we went through for my brother and update on the artist of the month for July. All I need is some time from work to post. I would post about one of these two topics today except I have this pounding headache, which I’ve never experienced before at work, but when I think about it is slightly humorous (and grossly painful).

The day after Paul’s wedding, we had family over and played basketball in our pool. I got badly knocked around and had bruises and scrapes all over my body, including a small bump on my forehead. I was almost finished with the last Harry Potter book, so I kept joking about how it was my Voldemort scar. The bump has since gone away, though that spot is still a little tender. Last night I had a strange dream where I was running around with friends and family frantically searching for something. Time was running out and I was searching for a horocrux, which I inevitably found to be five severed fingertips set in a block of ice with different painted fingernails. (Note - This is not so random since I’ve started watching Dexter from my Showtime on Demand, which involves these same fingers in ice). My cohorts and I quickly disposed of the object just before I awoke from my slumber.

Now my head is hurting for the first time like this at work. Coincidence? I can feel Voldemort’s rage.