Nothing Glamorous
Went home sick at noon today. Sick again, sick again. I think it has something to do with the fact that I won’t stop freaking bleeding.
Sorry. I usually try to think up a non-cliched euphemism for the bleeding, so as not to gross out the mens in the audience, but screw it. I’m too drained and anemic to come up with one today. And dizzy and nauseated. Y’all know women bleed, right? Y’all can handle that, I’m sure.
It’s a good thing I made an appointment with a specialist two months ago. My appointment is two weeks from now. I can’t wait for the doctor to tell me what’s wrong and give me pills to fix it. (Honestly, I’m not really that optimistic. But I’m pretending to be, in case optimism makes it happen. Like voodoo.)
I’ve been missing a lot of work lately, but there’s nothing I can do about it. All I can do is go home and rest. And eat little bits of iron-rich food.
Meta
Meanwhile, you may notice two changes over there to the right. One, the 2005 entries are missing. That’s because I’m archiving them – neatening the best and chucking the rest – and it’s taking forEVer.
Also, my next book is no longer coming out in Spring 07. It is now slated for Fall 07. I consider it evidence of my growth as a writer that I’m not freaking out about that fact. I’m totally okay with it. (Because I already got paid.)
Mommy, wow. I’m a big kid now.
Today I talked to a coworker about rigging electric hedge clippers to reach far away hedges.
Dude.
What’s next? Tax shelters?
Oh, wait. Too late. I already think about those 24/7.