Angst, Woe, and General *Expletive Deleted*
Watch out for the mound of used tissues. Yeah, I know. You needed that visual. If that squicks you, leave now dude, 'cause this is gonna be hip-wader deep in TMI.
Anyway, what's Dina's problem?
Oh, nothing really. Just having one of my "I hate myself/my writing/the world I want to go away and delete all my accounts and feeds and unsubscribe to all my forums and just forget about the world outside my own little sphere" moments.
I think it's mostly over now (you know, since I'm blogging), and I think it has something to do with the used tissues. *kicks them* Or the cold medicine.
I'm sure the Plague of Doom doesn't/didn't help with the demoralization.
Yes. Dina is demoralized. (Not like *that*, you pervs! Put your clothes back on!) You know it's bad when Dina refers to herself in the third person.
This usually happens when I "can't write", etc. Laying in bed sleeping/fighting off the Plague of Doom isn't exactly conducive to sitting upright trying to write while drowning in your own snot, shivering with fever and having to change your panties every time you have a violent sneezing fit EVEN THOUGH YOU JUST WENT TO THE BATHROOM.
But! That seems to be out the way out now. I mean, I had real food today for the first time this week, a cup of tea today for the first time in days (you know something is Really Wrong™ if I don't even feel like a cuppa!), and actually left the house to take the dog to the beach ('cause we're due for another Snowpocalypse tomorrow and THAT makes me happy. Not. At least now I have snow chains and am prepared to use them! What's this? Snow? Beach? Yes. For those just joining us, I live on the Oregon Coast. We're getting some weather from Alaska, therefore, snow at the beach. Charming, isn't it?).
Things are looking up. Tonight I've managed to stay up for more than four hours AND get a little over 1k written. Go me. I think the Plague of Doom is running for the hills. *knocks on wood*
Still, though. I have those fleeting moments where I want to go back to my bed, pull the covers over my head and forget about anything and everything to do with the outside world. Never write again. Pull my memberships and forum logins. Take my toys and go home.
So I know I'm not totally healed. I'd say I'm up operating at 80%. Another day or so and I should be ready to cope with life again.
At least I can write again. Mostly kinda. I'm behind on my projects, and that makes me grumpy, but I'll rally and only be a little bit late. Good thing that won't be minded. I really needed the extra time.
*goes to hide in her bed now*
I don't really has a sad. More of a "bleh". Cold medicine does that, I think. Numbs your soul as well as your sinuses.
Cheers,
-DJ