December 25, 2003
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I am so tired. By the time I got out of work last night, my legs were cramping up from running around so much, and I think I am getting sick for the holiday. I was coughing all last night and spitting up mucus. I fell asleep some time after 1, after I finally got up and found a N’ice lozenge. Yeah, I could have choked in my sleep, but at that point I didn’t care.
I must have managed some continuous sleep time because I dreamed the publisher I sent my short story out to finally emailed me back and told me my story was very well written. Then he proceded to pick it apart and tell me why it sucked. Thanks Mr Subconscious.
I feel like Rodney Dangerfield… I don’t even get any respect in my sleep.
I want to email him and ask about my story, but it’s been (just) less than a month and I don’t want to be a pest.
Then the neighbor kids went thundering up and down the stairs around 6. So I’m sitting here after a shower, breakfast and zinc lozenges and while waiting to leave for my Gramma’s, nodding out in front of the computer blogging, reading my email, and reading my webcomics. Oh, and listening to the Beatles White Album (Thankie mommy). If only my throat wasn’t too sore and my voice too scratchy to sing along.
Well, I am nothing of not a multi-tasker, even sick.
:: Yawn ::
