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so, i was thinking i'd move to australia. our sleeping schedules are all kinds of inline these days. of course, i could never bring myself to use 's' where 'z' should be, and while i have as much love for the 'u' as any other letter of the alphabet, i'd rather use it in moderation. that, and i make myself laugh whenever i say "chockablock," so i decided against it.
for now.
allergy season is upon us, and i was hit pretty hard today. unfortunately, i can't take drugs for it, because my rheumatologist doesn't want anything to interfere with the "test results." so, i've been four dwarfs today (sneezy, sleepy, dopey, grumpy), but i can't complain too much; i'd hate to have to hit the methotrexate just because some claritin blocked the humira.
i've decided i need to make a concerted effort to get back to writing. i usually wait for inspiration to hit, because what i write without it is, more often than not, horrendous. however, because of my condition, i've not had inspiration to do much of anything. i miss it, and i know i won't get back to it in a timely manner if i keep waiting. i'm thinking i'll return to my poor neglected white wolf characters, layne and andreas. i had a decent idea for potential longevity, with much carnage and angst and supernatural sexiness. also, lots of research, which i love.
most of the time.
[EDIT to add this bit of amazingness: "coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." -- john le carre]
for now.
allergy season is upon us, and i was hit pretty hard today. unfortunately, i can't take drugs for it, because my rheumatologist doesn't want anything to interfere with the "test results." so, i've been four dwarfs today (sneezy, sleepy, dopey, grumpy), but i can't complain too much; i'd hate to have to hit the methotrexate just because some claritin blocked the humira.
i've decided i need to make a concerted effort to get back to writing. i usually wait for inspiration to hit, because what i write without it is, more often than not, horrendous. however, because of my condition, i've not had inspiration to do much of anything. i miss it, and i know i won't get back to it in a timely manner if i keep waiting. i'm thinking i'll return to my poor neglected white wolf characters, layne and andreas. i had a decent idea for potential longevity, with much carnage and angst and supernatural sexiness. also, lots of research, which i love.
most of the time.
[EDIT to add this bit of amazingness: "coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." -- john le carre]