Sick and tired, still standing.
I'm home today on sick leave; I'm just exhausted, and my little cold wants to become a big cold, which is frankly not to be borne. Not with Reno right around the corner. Meg has my Hugo dresses to be taken in (only a few inches, so it's not a major undertaking), I have my shoes, I'm almost packed, and I'm tired. So this is a day for being still.
Being still, and working. Always, always working. I'm writing a book, I'm finishing an essay, I'm getting ready to revise a short story. These are the things I can't avoid, because I can only call in sick from one job at a time. They're also the things I don't want to avoid. I love spending time with the people who live inside my head. I don't game anymore, so this is how I get my imaginary people fix. (Besides which, talking endlessly about your game characters with people who aren't in the game is often considered annoying. Talking about your books is considered being an author. It's awesome.)
I really am excited about Reno, no matter how tired I am. I get to room with Amy and Wes and Mary, and Kate and I are driving in together, and I get to sing with Vixy and be on a stage with Tony and Betsy (and quite a few of the people mentioned earlier in this paragraph), and hug my Paul and my Jay, and fall asleep on Brooke, and life will be good. This is my family. This is the company I choose to keep, that no one made me love, that I found on my own. And that's wonderful. Family matters. Family matters so much.
The stores are starting to put out their Halloween stuff, meaning that I can once again have all the candy corn I want (and that's quite a lot of candy corn, let me tell you what). I have Diet Dr Pepper. I'm tired, but all things considered...
...it's a pretty good life.
Being still, and working. Always, always working. I'm writing a book, I'm finishing an essay, I'm getting ready to revise a short story. These are the things I can't avoid, because I can only call in sick from one job at a time. They're also the things I don't want to avoid. I love spending time with the people who live inside my head. I don't game anymore, so this is how I get my imaginary people fix. (Besides which, talking endlessly about your game characters with people who aren't in the game is often considered annoying. Talking about your books is considered being an author. It's awesome.)
I really am excited about Reno, no matter how tired I am. I get to room with Amy and Wes and Mary, and Kate and I are driving in together, and I get to sing with Vixy and be on a stage with Tony and Betsy (and quite a few of the people mentioned earlier in this paragraph), and hug my Paul and my Jay, and fall asleep on Brooke, and life will be good. This is my family. This is the company I choose to keep, that no one made me love, that I found on my own. And that's wonderful. Family matters. Family matters so much.
The stores are starting to put out their Halloween stuff, meaning that I can once again have all the candy corn I want (and that's quite a lot of candy corn, let me tell you what). I have Diet Dr Pepper. I'm tired, but all things considered...
...it's a pretty good life.