i need to sleep for a year
So apparently LJ is failing to send me comment notifications.
After sucking for eight or so games the Royals are winning again (though really did we need eleven runs on Monday or six last night? Let's not waste 'em guys!). So hot and cold, man. There's still play off talk but, really, we're like six games back of Oakland in the Wildcard race. They'd have to collapse.
Monday night I got a weird ass fever. I fell asleep on the couch after a grandslam in the Cards/Reds game and woke up to Sportscenter talking about it like three hours later. Felt crappy off and on yesterday but fine by evening. Then that time of the month started. Can you get low grade fevers that make you chilled with that? (You'd think, at nearly 48, I'd know these things...) I'm so NOT thrilled with the timing, not this month but next when I have a pap smear on the 28th of September. Ick.
Allergies are killing me. It's bloody hot and dry and the ragweed is insane. Had very little voice Monday, all scratchy and weird.
Back to dieting. I have one month to lose vacay weight or doctor will scold me.
I wrote smut yesterday. Pregnant smut. MPREG pregnant smut. IDEK guys. Five years ago I thought MPREG was gross. *g*
I need to get stuff ready to file at court before it gets much hotter. I don't have much else to do. Sent the vast majority of our monthly invoices via email for the first time and it went so much faster than folding and stuffing envelopes. Last year I made it an 'opt in' but only about a dozen clients took me up on the offer. This year, if we have an email address, they're getting it that way unless they request otherwise. I usually hate 'opt out' things but no one said I wasn't a hypocrite.
Went upstairs last night to use the bathroom and found the oddest thing. Elektra was in the middle of the bed. This may be the first time ever she's done that without me in the bed. Raine sleeps on the bed a lot, but Elektra's usually with me or in my brother's old room where the door won't close, though usually with me or at least in the room I'm in. I thought she was sick or something. *g*
Boss won't be going off with friend this afternoon but does have an appointment outside the office he'll need to leave for no later than 2:45 so I hope to get some more writing done. Getting some lovely comments on my new series. I put a disclaimer up on the series page about it being a series where Stiles is trapped in a bonding and pregnancy against his will but will come to care for Peter. 90% of my Peter/Stiles fics are along these lines--what can I say, I like it--and I've gotten a lot of disgruntled comments that Peter should die or Stiles should fight back etc. So I just laid it right out there that wasn't going to happen; hopefully that will stave off some of those kind of comments. On the other hand, I got a couple lovely ones from a reader who WANTS those kind of stories. My kind of person!
I really need to get working on some fics due in like three weeks, 10K and 5K. It would help, if, in the evenings I didn't just want to collapse on the couch and veg in front of the tv.
I'm just so freakin' tired all the time!
After sucking for eight or so games the Royals are winning again (though really did we need eleven runs on Monday or six last night? Let's not waste 'em guys!). So hot and cold, man. There's still play off talk but, really, we're like six games back of Oakland in the Wildcard race. They'd have to collapse.
Monday night I got a weird ass fever. I fell asleep on the couch after a grandslam in the Cards/Reds game and woke up to Sportscenter talking about it like three hours later. Felt crappy off and on yesterday but fine by evening. Then that time of the month started. Can you get low grade fevers that make you chilled with that? (You'd think, at nearly 48, I'd know these things...) I'm so NOT thrilled with the timing, not this month but next when I have a pap smear on the 28th of September. Ick.
Allergies are killing me. It's bloody hot and dry and the ragweed is insane. Had very little voice Monday, all scratchy and weird.
Back to dieting. I have one month to lose vacay weight or doctor will scold me.
I wrote smut yesterday. Pregnant smut. MPREG pregnant smut. IDEK guys. Five years ago I thought MPREG was gross. *g*
I need to get stuff ready to file at court before it gets much hotter. I don't have much else to do. Sent the vast majority of our monthly invoices via email for the first time and it went so much faster than folding and stuffing envelopes. Last year I made it an 'opt in' but only about a dozen clients took me up on the offer. This year, if we have an email address, they're getting it that way unless they request otherwise. I usually hate 'opt out' things but no one said I wasn't a hypocrite.
Went upstairs last night to use the bathroom and found the oddest thing. Elektra was in the middle of the bed. This may be the first time ever she's done that without me in the bed. Raine sleeps on the bed a lot, but Elektra's usually with me or in my brother's old room where the door won't close, though usually with me or at least in the room I'm in. I thought she was sick or something. *g*
Boss won't be going off with friend this afternoon but does have an appointment outside the office he'll need to leave for no later than 2:45 so I hope to get some more writing done. Getting some lovely comments on my new series. I put a disclaimer up on the series page about it being a series where Stiles is trapped in a bonding and pregnancy against his will but will come to care for Peter. 90% of my Peter/Stiles fics are along these lines--what can I say, I like it--and I've gotten a lot of disgruntled comments that Peter should die or Stiles should fight back etc. So I just laid it right out there that wasn't going to happen; hopefully that will stave off some of those kind of comments. On the other hand, I got a couple lovely ones from a reader who WANTS those kind of stories. My kind of person!
I really need to get working on some fics due in like three weeks, 10K and 5K. It would help, if, in the evenings I didn't just want to collapse on the couch and veg in front of the tv.
I'm just so freakin' tired all the time!