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Okay, November, I get it
Nov. 4th, 2011 07:45 pmYou hate me.
1. Sick bunny. Much stress, and now fuss over medications. (He's getting better quickly. Medicating him is less than fun, though.)
2. Sick me. Down with a bad cold--and when I say I have a bad cold, you know it's really bad, since my colds are pretty awful to begin with. Drinking a lot of tea, trying to also drink a lot of water, but it's cold.
3. Which, of course, leads to the inability to drive anywhere this weekend, which means I'm missing Faeriecon and the planned visit with my fiancé. Bleah. (Anyone want a Faeriecon Saturday pass? It looks like you only need the order number. And possibly to pretend to be me.)
Oh, and now my parents have taken my great-uncle to the hospital (may or may not be a false alarm; he's rather a hypochondriac, but he's also 89 and has multiple health problems) so I have to fetch my own dinner, but cooking is too much work and nothing sounds appealing anyway. Except more tea. I guess I should just have more tea.
My writing is rather suffering. I haven't written anything today which would be perfectly acceptable any month but this one. I'm going to try to get in 500 words are so but won't push myself, considering how slowly my brain is working. Also I have no idea what the "are so" is doing in that sentence but I'll leave it there as evidence that my brain isn't working. Pretty sure at this point that there's no use in even thinking about a 100k word goal. Maybe next year?
1. Sick bunny. Much stress, and now fuss over medications. (He's getting better quickly. Medicating him is less than fun, though.)
2. Sick me. Down with a bad cold--and when I say I have a bad cold, you know it's really bad, since my colds are pretty awful to begin with. Drinking a lot of tea, trying to also drink a lot of water, but it's cold.
3. Which, of course, leads to the inability to drive anywhere this weekend, which means I'm missing Faeriecon and the planned visit with my fiancé. Bleah. (Anyone want a Faeriecon Saturday pass? It looks like you only need the order number. And possibly to pretend to be me.)
Oh, and now my parents have taken my great-uncle to the hospital (may or may not be a false alarm; he's rather a hypochondriac, but he's also 89 and has multiple health problems) so I have to fetch my own dinner, but cooking is too much work and nothing sounds appealing anyway. Except more tea. I guess I should just have more tea.
My writing is rather suffering. I haven't written anything today which would be perfectly acceptable any month but this one. I'm going to try to get in 500 words are so but won't push myself, considering how slowly my brain is working. Also I have no idea what the "are so" is doing in that sentence but I'll leave it there as evidence that my brain isn't working. Pretty sure at this point that there's no use in even thinking about a 100k word goal. Maybe next year?