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[kittydesade]

I'm at work. Despite still wheezing. Despite being fucking exhausted. Despite taking melatonin at a reasonable hour last night I still slept like shit and woke up every, say, hour and a half? Somewhere between every hour and every other hour. I am very displeased and would like to exchange these few days of life for a better one goddammit. Preferably one that doesn't involve having to work with plague (there's literally no one else to cover the non-front-of-store operations if Aunt and I both call out and she's sick too so I guess two sick people make one healthy one?) and doesn't involve having plague while asthmatic.

Oh shit ahahahhah the author of the novella? All Systems Red, that Kate Elliott recced to me that turned out to be amazing in a couple of ways is on DW. *waves* Ulp.

I'm so grumpy about being at work. If I could just take the damn day I could sit at home, get novel prep/rewrites done for Starlight and Malachy, Turing Shrugged is pretty well done except for cover art and promo copy holy shit, and that leaves me with editing Long Road and Nerd Girls in the back half of the year assuming working on WL throughout. But no. I have to spend my precious wheezy spoons on day jobligations because no one else is either coming in or is healthy either. GRRRRR. I resent so many things right now. Especially US politics. Not that it has anything to do with my current situation but the health care bill worry is not helping. And oh look, SCOTUS is being awful.

I spent the last three days sick. I don't have anything to report other than that I'm optimistic and cheerful about writing and irritated to pissed off about everything else. Hmm, I do have short story prompts to do, though. Maybe I'll work on those today in between staggering around my desk.

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[fayance]

Hope you feel better soon!

[kittydesade]

Thank you!