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I am ill:
I already don't think I will go into work tomorrow (shit, shit, shit, I would really like the money and I'd really really like them to hire me full-time so I'm not out a job unexpectedly in two months) because despite 12 hours of sleep on Friday night and 12 hours of sleep yesterday evening and decongestants and cough syrup and aspirin and broth I still can't breathe; it feels like someone has just taken me down in taiji and is sitting on my chest so I can't move, except for the fact that it's inside instead of outside. And my ears hurt as if I am constantly swimming 15 feet underwater, and can feel the pressure, squeezing.
I would go see the doctor except I don't have my health plan number/card yet so even though I think I am technically covered I won't know if they even got the forms in until tomorrow. And I would still have to make an appointment and wait two weeks.
I am going to, at some point today, call my mother, and take a shower, and do my laundry, and drink more water, and then I will fall back into bed and sleep for another 6 hours, because the preceding will have exhausted me to the point of trembling.
I want to write:
I have two fic bunnies for the Iron Drabble challenge that are shaping up nicely. Both (for Gaudior's fic and for Weirdquark's) are twitchy, though in different ways. Lotusbiosm, I am going to need you to give me either a lot more background for the one you suggested or a different suggestion. I also have a tremendously squick story sitting in my head needing to be written and revised several times and finished by the end of this week, which showed up Friday evening on the subway. I could push myself to get it out today, and I want to do that; it might only be squicky to me because I find the idea behind it overly appealing. Anyway, I want it out of my head and down on paper: you can dissect tumors once you've cut them off, got them on the tray.
Probably shouldn't work on it today though because I can tell it wants the whole first draft done and that'd be at least five hours of straight-through writing and then foomph, I would be sicker still by the end of it once the writing-endorphins wore off.
(Screw it, maybe I'll work on it anyway. At least think on plot while sorting laundry.)
I also need to look more at apartments. Looked a little Friday. Someone suggested Somerville (where pet store is), Syona Keleste, so I am also going to be looking into that.
I already don't think I will go into work tomorrow (shit, shit, shit, I would really like the money and I'd really really like them to hire me full-time so I'm not out a job unexpectedly in two months) because despite 12 hours of sleep on Friday night and 12 hours of sleep yesterday evening and decongestants and cough syrup and aspirin and broth I still can't breathe; it feels like someone has just taken me down in taiji and is sitting on my chest so I can't move, except for the fact that it's inside instead of outside. And my ears hurt as if I am constantly swimming 15 feet underwater, and can feel the pressure, squeezing.
I would go see the doctor except I don't have my health plan number/card yet so even though I think I am technically covered I won't know if they even got the forms in until tomorrow. And I would still have to make an appointment and wait two weeks.
I am going to, at some point today, call my mother, and take a shower, and do my laundry, and drink more water, and then I will fall back into bed and sleep for another 6 hours, because the preceding will have exhausted me to the point of trembling.
I want to write:
I have two fic bunnies for the Iron Drabble challenge that are shaping up nicely. Both (for Gaudior's fic and for Weirdquark's) are twitchy, though in different ways. Lotusbiosm, I am going to need you to give me either a lot more background for the one you suggested or a different suggestion. I also have a tremendously squick story sitting in my head needing to be written and revised several times and finished by the end of this week, which showed up Friday evening on the subway. I could push myself to get it out today, and I want to do that; it might only be squicky to me because I find the idea behind it overly appealing. Anyway, I want it out of my head and down on paper: you can dissect tumors once you've cut them off, got them on the tray.
Probably shouldn't work on it today though because I can tell it wants the whole first draft done and that'd be at least five hours of straight-through writing and then foomph, I would be sicker still by the end of it once the writing-endorphins wore off.
(Screw it, maybe I'll work on it anyway. At least think on plot while sorting laundry.)
I also need to look more at apartments. Looked a little Friday. Someone suggested Somerville (where pet store is), Syona Keleste, so I am also going to be looking into that.
