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Monday, December 17, 2012

Wanted: Writer Viagra!!!

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. That's a sentence I read once and I say it over to comfort myself in these times that try the soul.
-Anne Shirley from "Anne of Green Gables"

It's Monday! I'm at work snacking on white cheddar popcorn after eating a blueberry bagel and am washing the popcorn goodness down with a Monster Rehab energy drink.

Ha! Monster Rehab. That paints an interesting image. Like that Celebrity Rehab show with Dr. Drew but instead he's surrounded by Dracula, Frankenstein's monster, the Mummy, etc, sitting in a round of chairs.

Dracula: (to the group) Hello. My name is Dracula, but you can call me Vlad. 

Group: (to Dracula) Hi Vlad!
Dracula: I have a taste for blood, the fresher the better, but lately the cravings are starting to consume me, run my life... and I don't like the man it's turning me into.
(Group applauds)
Dr. Drew: (to Dracula) Well done, Vlad. Good share.

Anyway...

Guess what folks? No story blog updates for today. The holidays have had me running around like the proverbial crazy headless chicken, and I am quite the tired little Fro-beastie. And if that wasn't enough, due to my biological calculations, I should be experiencing "power loss" soon. I can already feel it all over my bodies, especially in the already problematic established aches and pains from previous accidents and mishaps. (Frak YOU, lower back and that icky car accident all those years ago.)

And as if THAT is not enough, I think I may be coming down with a cold. (Tis the season, right?) The only sick person that I know that I was exposed to was Renee M. (I hung out with Chris M last week while she was at work, and on our way back was when I found out that she'd been sick. Took Chris M to the store to get soup fixings and medicine for her, and I came in to say hello. She said she didn't think she was contagious anymore, and she did seem better, but her cough and sniffles made me want to hug her until she slept -- which she eventually passed out on the couch while Chris M and I played video games.)

I don't necessarily think I got sick from her. Right now, it's just a slight nose/throat thing. I've had it before, and what I'm experiencing now is usually the gist of the usual crap when this happens. It's like where my nose and throat meet, but it feels like it's right behind my nose and then much lower in my throat. It feels like I've got a glob of something behind my nose that has a bunch of gravel in it, and every time I swallow, I can feel it. Sometimes on a discomfort scale, it's a 2 or 3 and sometimes it's a 6 or 7 (never a 10), but what kind of meds do you take for that? I have my nose sniffer as well as lozenges, but how do you kill that feeling?

Found this recipe for sore throat juice thing that you put several ingredients in a jar, screw the lid back on, shake then drink. It looks like hot sauce though I don't think there's any hot sauce kind of things in it. It's supposed to help with sore throats and nip coughing in the bud quick. I remember seeing this around the time a bunch of people were getting sick - coughing, etc, all around me. I was coughing, too, but it was a pesky cough that would not go away from a cold I had a month prior. (What is up with those lingering coughs? They suck ass!)

In something of writing news, I dreamed part of my LEVERAGE fan-fiction last night. I vaguely remember it, but it had to do with me (playing the character that I created for the story), Eliot, Parker and Hardison. The situation is that we head into a vault-type room, me and Eliot beat the crap out of anyone who gets in our way, Hardison hacks into the security system to disable it (by creating a blackout on the level/area we're on), and Parker snags the thing we need from the vaulty-thing. Problem is, some backup security measures kick in causing a safety wall to come down separating me and Eliot from Parker and Hardison. The "blackout" Hardison created will only last for so long, and he can't seem to get the door open. Also lasers start shining through the area blocking us from what we need to get to. So Parker tells me that I have to do it. (The com-convo goes a little like this.)

me: Parker, you need to get over here.
Parker: I can't. I won't make it in time.
me: But you're the only one that can do this.
Parker: You can do it.
me: Me? What makes you think *I* can do this?
Parker: It's all about balance, strength and concentration. (pause - thinking) You took gymnastics.
me: Yeah, like ten years ago.
Parker: Well, it's like riding a bike, right?
me: NOOOOOO...!!!

Yeah. And that's all I really remember.

I was chatting with my brother on Facebook just a second ago. I had messaged him last night about my holiday travel plans. (With jobs that I've had, I usually pack my car, head to work and then leave straight from work to visit family. Problem was my previous jobs were Monday to Friday, 8am-5pm type jobs The office job I have now is technically retail, and this year the owner decided not to close for the holidays - which a number of us thinks is STUPID. Also I close a lot - which means I stay here until 9:15pm is everything goes well, later if it doesn't. So like with Thanksgiving, I will be leaving from work - a closing/late shift - then since I work at 5pm on Christmas Day will be heading back no later than 1pm that day heading straight to work from out of town.)

Yeah... isn't all that just great? (sarcasm)

I guess my brother was working from home today because my wonderful niece Bella wanted to talk to me. (The following is from my brother.)

Bella is here. Hold on...

"I want to give you a present and you open it only on Christmas Eve and be a good girl and listen closely. This is a good deal. Signed, Isabella to Auntie Rachel."

Exact quote.

I asked her "Anything else you want to say?" She replied, "No, my thoughts were done."

My GAWD!!! She is the cutest!!!

Getting back to writing...

I get the feeling that I'll be behind on my updates for another month or so. Too much going on. Plus energy levels are way low. I'm hoping that'll change in the coming months. As it is, when the holidays come around, time and energy just shoot out the window. Then again, was listening to the Nerdist Podcast with Tina Fey and how she wrote "Bossy Pants"... and then I feel dumb and unaccomplished again.

But I'm trying to be optimistic about 2013 as well as my writing. And that's a good thing... right?

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!
Rae

1 comment:

  1. You know what's worse than insomnia? Forgetfulness.

    Anyway, aside from that, you know what's worse than insomnia?

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