Round, round, get around...

Dear Benign Positional Vertigo,

I know you love bugging me when the seasons change, but it kinda makes me feel guilty when you bug me enough that I can't work (what with the constant moving around and all), but I still feel good enough to get other shit done outside the apartment (walking in a straight line? Fine).

I never do though; because, y'know, guilt.

Losing 1/4 of my paycheck this week kinda sucks too, since I'm taking a short week next week for Thanksgiving traveling.

Maybe I'll try drawing or writing this afternoon.

*sigh*