Puerto Rico - Day Five

What the hell is going on with my body? I got another killer headache last night, and then I took Excedrin even though I didn't want to because I knew I wouldn't sleep at all and then surprise surprise I didn't sleep at all. Whatever. Now I feel like dog shit. This is a good picture of me. My hair looks cute.

It is just weird how bad I've been feeling - I can't eat. I don't know what's up. I'm thinking about that guy I talked to whose father died. I wish I would have asked him what his favorite memory of his dad was. It rained and poured all night. I know because I was up all night.

This morning at 8:00am a man got out his power washer and revved up the loudest air compressor in the universe, and then spent a half hour power washing the sidewalk RIGHT OUTSIDE my window. And me miserable with a headache. I curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor. The dude was probably laughing. He probably watched me take Excedrin in the middle of the night and decided to mess with me.

I can imagine the man standing in his garage in the wee hours of the morning trying to decide which of his tools was the loudest. And then he decided to power wash the freaking sidewalk because it wasn't quite clean enough after 8 hours of hard rain. It's going to be a good day. I am so excited to do nothing.

Yep, it's been a whole lot of nothing today. The beach is so beautiful. I touched a starfish.

And as the day wore on, it became a bit of an eating adventure. Not an eating adventure by a normal person's standards, maybe, but for me it was pretty far out. Banana girl. I ate an oyster and a clam. Not good. I ate conch, and that was wonderful. I would eat it every day. I believe it was the first time I'd ever eaten any of those three things. Man, that clam was rough. It was like dry heave gag halfway down back up back down gag gag push it down thing. Nasty.