Warhead On Legs

Russian! Oogh. Well, after drugging myself insensible and sleeping for a fair bit of yesterday I think I'm actually able to breathe through my nose again. And not coughing! Well, not coughing as much anyway.

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Сейчас у меня есть шоколад.
Здесь есть словари.
Раньше у меня были деньги.
Сейчас у меня нет яблока.
Сейчас у Фила есть тень.
Раньше у Роршаха было пальто.
Здесь не были новых дисков.

Oogh. That was all I had time for before I had to run off to work about fifteen minutes early, so. Yeah.

Despite spending most of the weekend drugged into near-insensibility or with my head stuffed so full of mucus my ears were popping, I managed to get a significant lot of writing done. And as wonky as Sunday and Monday were, I'm glad I did all my painting all day Saturday. Mostly I was up for sitting up and semi-focusing on writing, but sometimes... I swear. Staying up to watch all of Kidnapped was probably not a good idea either, but I'm glad I did. That was a damn good show. Not very predictable, not boring, not too hard to follow, and I didn't figure out who the villain was until two episodes before the end or so. And even then it was mostly only because I'd gotten really paranoid thanks to the first eleven episodes, and was pointing fingers at the screen screeching "he's evil! she's evil!" a lot.

Ahem. And now my printer is being strange.

Posted a cookie of a novel I'm currently working on. If it meets with general interest or a good reception or something on the f-list (for those of you who saw earlier discussions this is the sort of angel type fic I was talking about earlier) I might pursue self-publication or I might try to sell it; either way I guess I'll do something with it as long as it doesn't seem like a completely bad idea? You may have noticed I'm not at my most confident right now.

On the other hand I am feeling better today than I have in the past week, which I like. I'm getting essays done on time as per my writing schedule and I need to email my rough drafts of my two apocabigbang fics to the mods, but those are done, too. My novel is coming along sort of on time, I got the outline done at least? About the only thing I'm not working out on time are my ApocaBigBang revisions, but I figure if I take the next couple of weeks to take those slow and easy, it'll be good.

And speaking of slow and easy, I need to remember to take exercise slow and easy, too. Nothing's going anywhere, and it's not going to do my recovery any good if I push myself. Right? Of course right. Ugh. I want it to be spring already so I can go running, and I'm not sure why. First flush of energy after being sick, maybe? Everything in its time and season.

Have possibly addicted one (two?) other person to Human Target. Just because it's pure mental floss, and Jackie Earle Haley is very, very scary love. Hippie assassin love.

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