in the morning it will fade away
I got sent home from work today because I did not feel well. I probably shouldn't have gone in in the first place, since I was so ridiculously nauseated that I spent most of my time hoping I wouldn't throw up, but it's Monday and there are things I have to do, so off I went (wearing new shoes (in black leather)! Which are lovely, though probably not up to the amount of walking my commute requires).
Once there, I added chills to my repertoire of feeling miserable, so I took two Advil and decided I would plead for mercy at around noon if I didn't feel better.
I wrote a letter to the President about health care reform, and then my boss told me to go home. I was there for about two hours (and I wiped down everything with Lysol before I left). I took a cab home because my queasy stomach and I couldn't face the walk and the stop-start of the subway. The coolest part of that was that we did not stop at a light from the beginning of 1st Avenue all the way to 66th Street. 66 blocks without stopping! I was impressed. Then of course we ran into construction and it was stopping and starting for a while, but the majority of the trip was over by then.
I got home, climbed into bed, and slept for three and a half hours. I feel better, though still a little queasy - I think that's the acid reflux being a bitch, though.
I don't have a fever, so I think I'm going to make some pastina and see how I feel after that.
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I posted a story yesterday:
One Wing of Silence
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; spoilers through 4.22 only; pg; 2,020 words
This is one secret he can help Sam keep.
It makes me sad, though not surprised, that canon hasn't even mentioned Cindy McClellan - of all the poor decisions Sam made, that's the one that should haunt him. And I wanted to write a story dealing with it, but I didn't know how to deal with it from Sam's POV - I thought it would be too heavy with guilt and shame. So doing it this way, where we and Sam know what's going on, but Dean has to discover it for himself, was a way for me to show that Sam hasn't forgotten, and also show Dean dealing with the one thing Sam's done that Dean doesn't appear to know about.
I had originally considered taking the title from another story I'm working on, but that title requires 1. a Sam POV, and 2. a less hopeful ending. So I spent a lot of time trying to find a title that would work. I like the one I ended up with, though possibly it only makes sense in my head. That happens sometimes. I think the idea of the word and the silence being halves of each other is what makes it work, though.
Man, speaking of titles, I want to write something titled "Daylight is good at arriving at the right time." I always thought it had a River-esque air to it. I love this song. Over the years, I think George became my favorite Beatle. Sigh.
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Once there, I added chills to my repertoire of feeling miserable, so I took two Advil and decided I would plead for mercy at around noon if I didn't feel better.
I wrote a letter to the President about health care reform, and then my boss told me to go home. I was there for about two hours (and I wiped down everything with Lysol before I left). I took a cab home because my queasy stomach and I couldn't face the walk and the stop-start of the subway. The coolest part of that was that we did not stop at a light from the beginning of 1st Avenue all the way to 66th Street. 66 blocks without stopping! I was impressed. Then of course we ran into construction and it was stopping and starting for a while, but the majority of the trip was over by then.
I got home, climbed into bed, and slept for three and a half hours. I feel better, though still a little queasy - I think that's the acid reflux being a bitch, though.
I don't have a fever, so I think I'm going to make some pastina and see how I feel after that.
***
I posted a story yesterday:
One Wing of Silence
Supernatural; Sam and Dean; spoilers through 4.22 only; pg; 2,020 words
This is one secret he can help Sam keep.
It makes me sad, though not surprised, that canon hasn't even mentioned Cindy McClellan - of all the poor decisions Sam made, that's the one that should haunt him. And I wanted to write a story dealing with it, but I didn't know how to deal with it from Sam's POV - I thought it would be too heavy with guilt and shame. So doing it this way, where we and Sam know what's going on, but Dean has to discover it for himself, was a way for me to show that Sam hasn't forgotten, and also show Dean dealing with the one thing Sam's done that Dean doesn't appear to know about.
I had originally considered taking the title from another story I'm working on, but that title requires 1. a Sam POV, and 2. a less hopeful ending. So I spent a lot of time trying to find a title that would work. I like the one I ended up with, though possibly it only makes sense in my head. That happens sometimes. I think the idea of the word and the silence being halves of each other is what makes it work, though.
Man, speaking of titles, I want to write something titled "Daylight is good at arriving at the right time." I always thought it had a River-esque air to it. I love this song. Over the years, I think George became my favorite Beatle. Sigh.
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/83615.html.
people have commented there.