Since Friday I've been carefully megadosing vitamins (8000 IU A, a high potency B complex, 1000mg C and 400 IU E once each daily) and I feel _much_ better (stopped the hot flashes and the menorraghia/cramping) though I'm still feeling a bit tired. Chasing after Laurel as much as I did before this hormonal misery laid me out yesterday, but I'm glad I had the energy to leave the house at all.
That said, we had a pretty interesting four-day weekend... Ran errands on Thursday including a stop at Coastal for Himself to get a new PSU since the one that came with the butterfly-windowed case had three of the holes stripped out. We left with that and a kid-oriented pen tablet (Aiptek StartWriter) I found in the clearance bin for $10. I'll write more on it after I download the latest drivers for it since the ones that came with it are geared towards Win98. Meh.
Nearly everyone with a standing invitation to our "blow sh*t up until we run out or the police arrive" celebration apparently found other things to do. I made a double batch of rolls (a dozen cloverleaf, 18 Parker House), cherry-chocolate cupcakes and Himself marinated some top sirloin steaks and sauteed up Vidalia onions and garlic to go with.
Saturday had been slated for Himself to assist two friends in the procuring of bicycles, but the store they wanted to hit was closed. He loaned the spare bike to one friend and will go bike-part hunting later this week. Afterward we headed up to Raleigh to return a router we'd recently bought to Best Buy (Jake offered us his old one shortly after we bought it) and spent some time there, CompUSA and Edward McKay -- no point in driving that far without looking at books. Despite Jake's pickiness about food, we had a late dinner at Vincent's Pizza and I'm still working on the leftovers from my cheese calzone. *swoons*
Some kids egged the car while Himself and Laurel were running Jake home, but they should count themselves lucky -- if they hadn't managed to disappear while the guys were looking for them, they would have laid into those kids since their parents obviously weren't keeping tabs on them. I'm satisfied in the knowledge that they were more than likely locals (they egged the car heading into town on Berkeley a few blocks in from the New Hope Road light) and will spend the rest of their lives rotting in Goldsboro.
We spent most of Sunday with