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I am sick.

At first, I thought it was just allergies and then the allergy medicine didn't work and now my nose is stuffed up yet still constantly running, my throat and lips are dry and my eyes are red and puffy.

I'm a beauty queen, believe me. You envy me.

I'm miserable and sleepy and smelly and need to go to work tonight.

Listen, here's the thing about me: I'm a complete and utter BABY when I get sick. I want to be pampered, I want to whine and moan and lay about pitifully. I want my husband to bring me soup and juice while I watch trashy television I've DVR'd for just this occasion. I want my kids to come in and hug me and tell me, "Feel better, Mommy."

Instead I've got to go to work and smile and answer phone with a stuffed up nose, sounding like Elmer Fudd.

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What a week.

It's Friday and I'm off until Sunday. Again with the only two days off. I'm not liking it, NOT at all. I don't know how I used to work a normal 9-5, 5 day work week, two days off normal job. I feel for you people, I really do. I like being able to sleep late, stay up late and have three days off in a row. If I really, really wanted to, I could work three days, 12 hours and have FOUR days off in a row. The only thing stopping me is it would have to be over the weekend. I don't have much of a life, but what little life I do have happens on the weekend.

So anyway, I ended up in Philly on Tuesday for a last minute-the stars aligned just right with kid care and work coverage so I could go-seminar hosted by Disney.

Sadly, one of the first things the speakers did was go around the room and ask random people what memory stands out the most from their last visit to Disney World. And here's me, sitting on my hands, hoping they don't stick the microphone in my face because do I really want to tell them about our last day there, how the kennel called to tell us Brody died? And then me and the kids cried and I kept crying and had to sit alone in the corner of some random outside restaurant until I got myself under control? Then Scott proceeded to drink his way through the rest of the countries? And we ended up getting in the absolute worst fight (it made Ash cry and ask my sister if we were going to get a divorce) in MGM (which isn't MGM anymore, but I can't remember what they call it) later on that night.

So yeah. Much, much relieved they didn't call on me. And wow, I realized I have some memory sensitive issues with Disney, which is completely NOT their fault. Hopefully, the kids have better memories of our trip then I do.

Moving on.

Supernatural 5x04 The End last night. HOLY CRAP, I LOVE THIS SHOW SO, SO MUCH! thatisall.

And finally, I have this girl!Sam/Dean ficlet that I'm working on that may be triggery for some people and I'm gonna need to put warnings all over it. Can anyone tell me how to do that gray out thing where you highlight for warning?


Sep. 19th, 2006 03:40 pm
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I'm cranky and crampy. I have a deep desire to go hole up in my bedroom with a hot water bottle, the air conditioner on full blast and the entire season of Supernatural.

But alas, the children would probably destroy the house within the hour and bug me every five minutes so here I sit on the couch. As usual.

I need to get my ass in gear and start walking again. This sedentary shit is addicting and I'm afraid if I don't get out and start moving soon, you'll be reading a story one day about MY ass becoming fused to the couch.

You realize of course, we live in the dream world of agoraphobic people. If we didn't want to, we would never ever have to leave the house. Yesterday morning, I was seriously considering using Peapod to deliver our groceries. And that's the first time I called myself pathetic. Because honestly? If I can't get off my ass to go to the grocery store, I would offically hate ME. (I did, this morning. Alex and I hit the cheap-o place first and then the supermarket.)


You'd think I'd be getting lots and lots of fic written, right? I mean, cause I'm not working, dropping the kids off at school only takes about a half hour of my day everyday, so I have lots and lost of free time.

Dude. I am becoming a lazy asshole. And damn, it needs to change.

Starting tomorrow.


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