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I'm missing a few important things this morning. Like my boyfriend. And my good temper. And my health. My nose is still dripping and my throat still hurts because of it, and this is generally putting me in a foul mood. We will not discuss the cramps and that sort of general ickiness, that goes without saying. Mostly I want to either punch someone or be cuddled. Or punch someone and then be cuddled. Or be cuddled and then turned loose to punch someone. Stuff of that sort.

Spent most of yesterday curled up on the couch when I wasn't blogging, sniffling and choking on my own snot. Because that's fun. And slipping in and out of consciousness while some truly awful TV played. And by this I mean the new BBC Robin Hood series. I promise, it's very terrible. The only reason I watched it was so I had something I didn't have to pay attention to when Richard Armitage wasn't on screen. He is a very pretty man. Makes for excellent I'm sick fuck everything watching fodder. I think I watched an episode or two of Jekyll, too, but that's also excellent sick watching fodder because I've seen it enough to know the plot, and can just watch James Nesbitt caper around on screen being really fucking scary. Seriously, that man terrifies me.

Anyway.

Today's project will be finishing the first draft of Gods and Monsters, which would have gotten done yesterday if writing hadn't been subsumed in ick, and then in the evening doing sewing tasks and things. Sewing snaps, hemming things, etc. Dealing with all that crap in the evening this week, I hope, and then more marathon blogging sessions over the weekend. And then Dragon*Con! ULP. ACK.

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No Russian today. I just need more sleep, is what it is. I've been doing poached egg eyes all morning and until the boy finally called this afternoon to say they were on their way back I was tearing up at random intervals over kittens and the train crash in India and every other goddamn thing. If I get all three of the costuming tasks I want to do, done today, it'll be a bloody miracle. If I get that and writing and making dinner done it'll be an even bigger miracle. I may make the boy cut the damn chicken tonight. I can stand over it and stir it with curry sauce, I just want him to deal with the ickiness of raw chicken. And there's still two pots of a mess of beans in the fridge that I need to make into burritos for the freezer that I never did because yesterday was spent in a drug-filled haze of sick and arrrgh.

But. I should at least be able to do the cape hem and the snaps on Tetsuo's costume. And if I thread the sewing machine straight when I get home I should be able to do the darts on Faye Valentine, too. That'll be pretty easy and shouldn't take up too much of the evening. Two scenes left to do in this week's Gods and Monsters, that's doable tonight. I swear I can get all of this done. Really.

But if the boy gives me Gen Con Crud I will hang him out the goddamn hotel window at Dragon*Con. Seriously. I already have crud. I do not need additional crud.

I've hit the point where I'm even too damn tired to worry about Black Ice and its release date and promoting it and anything. Cover art. Anything. I just give no fucks for anything that isn't immediately vital today right the fuck now, which is not promotional shit. I can worry about that... Wednesday, maybe. After I get this week's Gods and Monsters drafted and next week's started on, after I do blog shit for next week, after I start pulling together finished costumes. After. After Dragon Con I am going to fall over for as close to 24 hours as I can manage. So fucking tired. I know part of it is hormones and part of it is the head cold but. So fucking tired.