"This place feels so unfamiliar and yet I know it well.
I think i used to belong here."
-from the song "Spanish Doll" by Poe
The kids are restless again... only this time, it's more than just IC and GA.
Chloe (from my first novel pre-NaNoWriMo) is starting to talk to me again. I thought she'd be busy with her art and such, but nope. She's got some things to say about her story. Her whispers in my ear haven't been as constant, but combined with the other kids and their chatter, it's been a little distracting.
I've been having random voices chatting about in my head during the day. Sucks that I don't have a Matrix-like USB port in the back of my head where I can just download the voices into a thumbdrive and save it for later.
It hasn't helped much since I haven't been feeling up to snuff these past couple days. I'm better now, but sheesh... I wasn't great before.
Thursday night I was hanging out with Leah G. and Jim G. We had dinner, watched some shows, hung out. I had a bit of a headache which was sinusy-related. I snacked on some chips before mealtime so as to not spoil my dinner, and I was drinking water (since sometimes my headaches are dehydration-induced). Perhaps the headache was from not having eaten yet that day. Insomnia had kept me awake again for most of the night so I didn't actually fall asleep until the sun came up. In trying to get some rest, I got a text from Leah G. about coming over. She picked me up around 4pm, I went with her to the store and then it was off to home. The headache had started earlier that day but was weak. I had hopes that food would help which would fill my stomach leaving me not hungry and with enough grub in me to take some meds.
Jim G. got a cold pack for the back of my neck which helped the back of my head (since the pain went from the front left of my head to the back leaving the top of my head untouched). Getting cold from the pack, I curled up on the love seat and draped a blanket over me. We watched Burn Notice (which is one of the shows he reviews). I think I nodded off for small bits at the end. Then he disappeared into the office with his notes to finish his review while Leah G. and I chilled in the living room.
The pain got worse and started to make me feel nauseous. Jim G. thought caffeine might help and made me a cup of coffee. I had taken a Sudafed a couple hours before and with the mild nausea, I did not want to tempt fate with other meds. I wasn't truly sure the coffee was such a good idea, but when you're in that much pain, you'll try almost anything to stop it. He made me a small cup as I sat on the love seat and disappeared back into the office. I had debated on grabbing a can of soda from the fridge instead since I thought that would go down easier, but I just concentrated on being still and willing the pain away.
Usually I hang out late, but I asked Leah G. to take me home. Jim G. put my coffee in a travel cup and hugged me. I hugged Leah G. as well even though she was taking me home since I didn't know what state I'd be in when we got to my house.
The drive home was a little painful. They don't live that far away from me, but I sat there awkwardly, breathing in a lamaze kind of way, staring at a fifteen-degree angle appreciating the view of part of the dashboard and my knees. When we got to my house, I eventually made it to my room where I just collapsed with my cat next to me and died...
... for about six hours.
Yeah. That's right. I slept for about six hours.
For some frakkin reason my body thought it needed to be awake. There were no car alarms going off or garbage trucks or dogs barking or whatever. I just apparently HAD to be awake. I checked my phone.
It was 2:30am.
All the water I had been drinking needed to be set free so I meandered to the restroom and let it loose in the wild via the plumbing. I avoided the mirrors on the way back to my room (one in the bathroom, two in the hallway) and tried to die again, but my body wasn't having it.
Still feeling headachey and tummy-icky (though less so at this point), I popped open the minibook and attempted to entertain myself. I had hoped that I'd tire of the internet and head off back into the blackness, but no. YouTube and Hulu and Twitter and Facebook proved to be distractors (<=== is it just me or does that sound like a Decepticon line of Transformers? Five robots that transform into YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Hulu and your email. Together they form DISTRACTOR!)
Yeah. I've lost it.
Anyway, I tried to get some writing done in the process but the serial killer thing didn't get much attention. IC and GA got some time. It wasn't much, but what there was turned out to be about GA... and I introduced his mother. There was also mention of his father. Wow. Perhaps I am turning this into an actual story. Goodness me!
My head was starting to ache again so I grabbed the coffee I hadn't touched since I got home (sleep and all that, you know) and sipped at it cautiously in case it told my stomach to do something funny. It was cold though yummy. (Jim G. had brewed me some half-caff.) I also noshed on the apple Leah G. didn't use in her dinner recipe (which was YUMMY by the way).
It was plump and delicious. I must ask them what kind it was since I have no idea. I just know it's different than the usual ones I snack on.
Sleep finally came again well into the lighted hours. Head was less crappy, but my tummy was not amused. I cuddled up with my kitty and proceeded off into Slumber Land.
As I tried to nod off, for some reason my favorite song from Maroon 5's "It Won't Be Soon Before Long" album was stuck in my head ("Won't Go Home Without You"), but the thing was every time it started to play in my head, it would immediately transition to "Never Gonna Leave This Bed" which is from their recent album "Hands All Over".
Yes, I'm a fan. Problem? Tough. Get over it!
So I grabbed my mp3 player, buried my face into my pillow, and listened to Adam Levine sing, "I asked her to stay, but she wouldn't listen..." I replayed the song several (billion) times. I even have my own video version of the song that plays in my mind when I hear it. I was like that with all their albums. It's just how my mind works.
Don't judge me!
The fragmented sleep I got Friday left me in bed most of the day. I ate some cracker-like cookies when I eventually got up. I popped open the minibook and proceeded to check into the world via the interwebs. My head started to hurt again so I used my nasal decongestant spray to hopefully unblock stuff... which made my nose a little runny... and then I wiped at my nose with tissue and it came away a little bloody.
Yay! (<=== that was sarcasm in case you were wondering)
Eventually I got hungry enough to leave my room, so I shoved some tissue up my nose and headed into the kitchen.
Landlady: (passing me in the hallway) Hey.
Me: (mumbling while shuffling since yes... my left calf was still slightly Charlie-horsed and my foot was stiff/sore for some reason) Hey.
Landlady: You okay?
Me: (mumbling again) Head hurts. Bloody nose. Tummy hurts. Leg's bothering me.
Me: (mumbled sarcasm) So other than that, I'm great.
I reheated some broccoli mushroom chicken and rice my mother had sent me home with from Thanksgiving and brought it back to my room to eat it while watching some Hulu. (I need to time when I watch American Horror Story better so I can watch it just before bedtime so I can have interesting dreams.)
I've had weird dreams lately anyway (partly maybe due to the sleeping aid pills I've been taking on occasion or just because my brain is possessed). One of my dreams had me wake up in a bedroom that looked like it was part of a log cabin or cottage (wood walls, etc) but it was really nice. I had no idea where I was so I peeked through the blinds and saw a town I didn't recognize. Then it turned out that I was there to marry some royal someone or other to further the royal line. At first I protested but in true romance novel, Lifetime movie fashion, I got to know the guy (who in my dream was HOT and great in the sack... kind of like a cross between the Sheriff from Once Upon A Time and Henry Cavill from The Tudors.) We ended up getting married and living all kinds of happily ever after.
And for some reason I was really comfortable walking around naked.
Again... don't judge me.
Anyway, veering off topic.
I started writing again only this time it was Chloe's turn. IC and GA had gone off to play or whatever, and Chloe was telling me about her interactions with other people in her story. So I started writing about that. (Right now she's about to have Chinese food with a friend and tell him a big secret. Way to go, Chloe. That's mighty brave of you.)
And that means nothing to any of you since none of you know the story. (Sorry.)
So here I am now trying to finish this post to so I can try and go to bed. I have nothing to do this weekend due to being stranded at home, and I can't afford to go to a friend's dinner party (boo hoo for me, I know), so maybe I'll do laundry (I have one load) and clean my room and maybe write more.
I also have some Hulu to catch up on. I have Being Human and Terra Nova to finish up as well as two episodes of New Girl. I'll probably have a new episode of Grimm tomorrow as well. And I've been re-watching Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip (thank you YouTube).
I'm an Aaron Sorkin fan.
Nothing much else to report.
Well, I wrote a few things over at Everything At Least Once. Other than that, I've been trying to be a serial killer whenever the kids leave me alone long enough to be one.
Since this is my main page, I'm trying to write more often in it than I have been (it looks like I've been averaging a post a month... and that's just sad, yo'!). I checked over at my friend's (in my head) blog - The Bloggess - and she writes like every two to three days... and she has way more going on writing-wise than I do. So I should be able to keep up with that. She is my writing model.
And hopefully by the beginning of the year I'll have my story blogs updated in a timely fashion, and I'll have many subscribers and people to chat with via my blog and maybe I'll be discovered by someone who saw my blog and thought it was clever and funny and great, and that person will give me a cool writing job because I'm so cool and...
... and maybe I'll wake up one morning with a nicer rack, slimmer waist, and awesome skin. My hair will magically be tame and do my bidding, I'll be able to eat as much as I want and not gain weight, I'll be debt-free, I'll have a house made of gold, a unicorn ranch, and Hollywood will be beating down my door.
Yes, dearies. That was more sarcasm.
Baby steps, woman. Baby steps.
Later my lovelies.