Between the Lines

Home sick.

NOT Homesick.

The past few days have been miserable for me. I’m not sure what brought it about, but I have a pretty solid feeling it was the leftover taco pizza I brought back from my parents. It was left out all night and morning at their house, in the garage, when it got 79 degrees outside. I brought it home, a 3 hour drive, and then put it in the fridge. I then took it to work with the intention of eating it, but it was too messy to do while driving so I didn’t. Left it out for another four or five hours. Then came home, heated it up in the oven, and ate it. Hilarity ensued. It wasn’t even all that awesome. Now, Chicken Alfredo pizza with French sauce is incredible (Hence the Uppercase)… but yeah. I was an idiot.

Now my throat is swelling up, I can barely swallow, and I cough up… nothing. Which means I’m having an allergy attack. RUN.

I haven’t written anything readable for a bit; I’ve been working on hanging out (Springtime makes me inspired like a crazyboy, but I’m always inspired around 10:30, where I’m driving like an idiot. Now, of course, I’m sick, so no inspiration here). As usual, I want to be published. I want to have my book out for all to see. I want to finish proofing AK again, finish P1, and get some kind of proofing finished on Mindgames, which will be incorporated into the Worldtree universe. Oi. And the gunslinger side-story. And the brothers zombie side-story.

Anyways, I’m frustrated at something. Perpetually, really, but I’ll find out what it is, exactly, and push through it. Perhaps it’s complacency. I’m at a place in my professional career that I’m happy with my job(s), and I’m going to be able to make a lot of headway with savings and the like. It’s just… yeah. Something.

Probably just the fact I haven’t written chapters in months. I wish I weren’t sick. I’ll try and write on Saturday while Cygnus is at work.

We’re talking about getting tattoos. Hahaha. Two shark’s teeth.

And. Just bought fuzzy seatcovers for Hobbes. Real FUR! hahaha