Disoriented blonde is disoriented. Also, this is how you make Seanan not write.
My yesterday, in review:
5:30 AM: Get out of bed, go to work.
6:30 AM: Become vilely, graphically, and messily ill. Attempt to work anyway.
9:00 AM: Determine that this is absolutely not working. Go home.
10:30 AM: Go to bed.
3:30 PM: Wake up.
5:00 PM: Take some Tylenol, go back to bed.
8:30 PM: Wake up.
11:15 PM: Go back to bed.
I woke up at eight o'clock this morning with the distinct feeling that I had somehow traded Friday to the fairies for a handful of magic beans and a plush velociraptor. At least I like the plush velociraptor.
On the plus side, for all that I now have that faintly draggy 'you slept too much, you moron' feeling, combined with a double to-do list -- since I did basically nothing yesterday, and my average day's to-do is between fifteen and fifty items -- I no longer seem to be sick. It may just be that my body figured out that if it hit me hard enough, I'd lay down already. The possibility must be admitted to exist.
This is totally the way to make me miss my word count goals for a day. Make me too damn sick to die.
Bleargh.
5:30 AM: Get out of bed, go to work.
6:30 AM: Become vilely, graphically, and messily ill. Attempt to work anyway.
9:00 AM: Determine that this is absolutely not working. Go home.
10:30 AM: Go to bed.
3:30 PM: Wake up.
5:00 PM: Take some Tylenol, go back to bed.
8:30 PM: Wake up.
11:15 PM: Go back to bed.
I woke up at eight o'clock this morning with the distinct feeling that I had somehow traded Friday to the fairies for a handful of magic beans and a plush velociraptor. At least I like the plush velociraptor.
On the plus side, for all that I now have that faintly draggy 'you slept too much, you moron' feeling, combined with a double to-do list -- since I did basically nothing yesterday, and my average day's to-do is between fifteen and fifty items -- I no longer seem to be sick. It may just be that my body figured out that if it hit me hard enough, I'd lay down already. The possibility must be admitted to exist.
This is totally the way to make me miss my word count goals for a day. Make me too damn sick to die.
Bleargh.