I met Lish and some of her friends from work today. Lish, another Austinite, was in the area, and we got together for brunch. I had a great time except that I was slightly bummed about some credit card fraud. You see, someone wrote a "convenience check" for $99.99 using my credit card number (unrelated to the PayPal business some months ago, which seemed to blow over without any harm) and I also got a $5 "transaction finance charge". I straightened the whole thing out after brunch, changing my credit card number and reporting the fraud, but I guess it was stressing me out because I started seeing spots in front of my eyes at brunch. That always happens to me before a migraine. I've actually only had them three times:
1) in high school, when this guy asked me, "Did you start your paper?" and I hadn't realized one was due;
2) the first night of my 5-year college reunion. Not sure why;
3) and this.
I hate migraines, the steel-band feeling around your forehead and eyes, but Tylenol has dulled the edges.
One of Lish's friends told me, shortly after I sat down, "We all want to move to New York!" I thought that was cute. The weather was gray and drizzling, but it didn't seem to dampen their enthusiasm.
I had another audition yesterday. It seemed to go well. The people I taught were a little less experienced than I'm used to, but I actually liked that. Maybe I should teach basics classes. Anyway, they enjoyed the class, and afterward one of the women told me about her massage therapist, a big, menacing man named Fluffy. Well, it's his nickname, but they told me "he's anything but."