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Today's been the first day in a while that I actually felt some semblance of better. Still coughing, but it doesn't hurt, I can more or less breathe, and I'm blowing and coughing up chunky stuff, which, while nasty, means that things are improving. The war is over, just need to flush the dead out of my system. Of course, it's not all sunshine and tits. My sinuses are so backed up with gunk that the entire front of my face hurts, most specifically, all of my upper teeth. This makes eating fun. And by fun I mean ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck mmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Add in the fact that I've recently noticed that I've started grinding my teeth again (da fuq?) and we have my comfy little circle of hell. I live here now.
There's other stuff going on, part of the aforementioned Mischief and Mayhem I've been cryptically alluding to, but not quite ready to drop details just yet. Not publicly anyway.
Drinktank is tomorrow and I have about five paragraphs done. I'm frustrated with the slow start my writing has gotten this year, but I do have to cut myself a little slack. It's a little tough to be all creative and stuff when you kinda want to stab yourself in the maxillary sinuses. In good news I do notice that I like writing on my lunch break at work, seeing as there is jack all else to do while I'm eating. It's not like I don't have material either - hell my characters have been downright noisy of late, but I apparently just need to work up the discipline to get what they're saying down, which is always the rough part for me.
I've also slowed up on beading - haven't done much in the past few days. Feeling crappy isn't doing any creative departments of my life any favors apparently. Bah.
Also it's time to pull out the yarn, it is No Longer Kempt. I have a new bottle of Pantene Tested on Nappy Rabbits conditioner, I've got no excuse. Either tomorrow night after Drinktank or sunday after the Manbeast and I return from our adventures in the central part of the state.
Going to appeal to the gods of hot showers and decongestants for a reprieve now. Ow, my head.
There's other stuff going on, part of the aforementioned Mischief and Mayhem I've been cryptically alluding to, but not quite ready to drop details just yet. Not publicly anyway.
Drinktank is tomorrow and I have about five paragraphs done. I'm frustrated with the slow start my writing has gotten this year, but I do have to cut myself a little slack. It's a little tough to be all creative and stuff when you kinda want to stab yourself in the maxillary sinuses. In good news I do notice that I like writing on my lunch break at work, seeing as there is jack all else to do while I'm eating. It's not like I don't have material either - hell my characters have been downright noisy of late, but I apparently just need to work up the discipline to get what they're saying down, which is always the rough part for me.
I've also slowed up on beading - haven't done much in the past few days. Feeling crappy isn't doing any creative departments of my life any favors apparently. Bah.
Also it's time to pull out the yarn, it is No Longer Kempt. I have a new bottle of Pantene Tested on Nappy Rabbits conditioner, I've got no excuse. Either tomorrow night after Drinktank or sunday after the Manbeast and I return from our adventures in the central part of the state.
Going to appeal to the gods of hot showers and decongestants for a reprieve now. Ow, my head.
