I AM HEALED
Mostly, anyway.
After I THOUGHT I was done being sick, I either caught something new or relapsed a few days ago, and I've spent the past three nights in fevered delirium, suffering from agonizing headaches and throwing up (and dry-heaving when the well went dry) and lack of sleep. Couldn't even take any damn medicine because I kept upchucking, bleh.
But now my strength is returning! Instead of feeling like a cat hit by a truck, I feel like a cat hit by a bicycle. So hooray. NOW I can finally get back to my goddamned writing.
...thankfully my inbox has not been filled with "OMG YOU'RE LATE WITH UPDATES, GIMME NOW" crap. If it was, I would write back everyone who did it and give them a very detailed synopsis of my two-week battle with illness, heavy on the vomiting, and tell them to shut up and wait. I get cranky when I'm sick...
Okay, Sinners goal is THIS week. As long as I don't get hit by the Black Death (or swine flu, OH NOES), I think I can do it.
In other news, tomorrow is the birthday of a former best friend that I fell out with a year and a half ago. It depresses me. I'm not sure if I should e-mail her or anything. I probably shouldn't, but I probably will, and she'll just delete it without reading it and I'll die a little inside.
At least the day after tomorrow is the birthday of a current best friend.
May is full of fucking birthdays. My mom, sister, younger brother, one current friend, one former friend, two Myspace friends, and probably a few others I don't know about. July and August are kinky months.
After I THOUGHT I was done being sick, I either caught something new or relapsed a few days ago, and I've spent the past three nights in fevered delirium, suffering from agonizing headaches and throwing up (and dry-heaving when the well went dry) and lack of sleep. Couldn't even take any damn medicine because I kept upchucking, bleh.
But now my strength is returning! Instead of feeling like a cat hit by a truck, I feel like a cat hit by a bicycle. So hooray. NOW I can finally get back to my goddamned writing.
...thankfully my inbox has not been filled with "OMG YOU'RE LATE WITH UPDATES, GIMME NOW" crap. If it was, I would write back everyone who did it and give them a very detailed synopsis of my two-week battle with illness, heavy on the vomiting, and tell them to shut up and wait. I get cranky when I'm sick...
Okay, Sinners goal is THIS week. As long as I don't get hit by the Black Death (or swine flu, OH NOES), I think I can do it.
In other news, tomorrow is the birthday of a former best friend that I fell out with a year and a half ago. It depresses me. I'm not sure if I should e-mail her or anything. I probably shouldn't, but I probably will, and she'll just delete it without reading it and I'll die a little inside.
At least the day after tomorrow is the birthday of a current best friend.
May is full of fucking birthdays. My mom, sister, younger brother, one current friend, one former friend, two Myspace friends, and probably a few others I don't know about. July and August are kinky months.