escape yourself and gravity

However, dear Panera employee who is currently sweeping my ANKLES,

IT IS NOT NINE O'CLOCK YET! I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT THAT YOU WANT TO GO HOME, YOU ARE STUCK HERE FOR FORTY MORE MINUTES! On top of that, there are three other computers here, and a chatty couple curled up together on the loveseat ten feet from me. NONE OF US ARE LEAVING.

Go away and sweep someone else's ankles.


Obviously my modem has not arrived, despite there being a "two business days" phrase bandied about. I am terribly sad that I haven't been able to play WoW or work on collaborative writing with severity_softly.

Oh, I take it back, the chatty couple, JUST AFTER I TYPED THAT, got up and walked away. Drat, now broomy girl will think she's been effective.

I wish I didn't utterly hate everything Panera sells. I can never find anything I want to eat here. I ordered a chocolate chip bagel and have been surprisingly unhungry, despite that I only ate a quarter of it. I have, however, consumed most of my large Dr. Pepper. Huzzah for Dr. Pepper. I love it so.


ETA: Holy crap, you guys, I just accidentally deleted this whole post because my mother's laptop has a FUNCTION key where the CONTROL key should be. Thank God I found CTRL and CTRL-Zed it, because your lives would be ruined if you didn't get to read this. No, I haven't taken any drugs, legal or otherwise, why are you looking at me like that? I'm just high on teh intarwebz.

My weekend was pretty good, despite illness running roughshod over the family. Friday night, Mom & Dad picked me up after work and we drove down to Spring Mill State Park, where we stayed in the inn. I'd been draggy and sick to my stomach for a few days. Friday I barely ate anything, skipped lunch, and mostly just ate mashed potatoes for dinner when we got there around 7. By 8 I was in bed and asleep, and I didn't get up until 8 the next morning. I did feel better, finally, though, except for a headache. Mom and I went for a hike after breakfast while Dad napped, then Mom started feeling sick, so she lay down in our room for a while before we checked out. Then we did some more hiking, watched the mill demonstrations of grinding corn meal and cutting boards, then hiked a little more.

Mom and I explored Donaldson Cave without Dad this time. There are times being a fantasy writer can really be a detriment to one's peace of mind. When one is standing at the mouth of a very small, long, dark passage with only a Maglite in one's hands...that would be one of those times.

We stayed in a hotel in Edinburgh Saturday night, just because none of us felt like driving another three hours to get home. We were home by noon yesterday and Dad and his brother went to visit Gedna, only to discover she'd gone out with her sisters. So they came back here instead. It was a nice, long, relaxed visit with my uncle, minus his wife and kids, which was a relief.


Other stuff:

I need to start making a list of two productive things to do after work every night. And then sticking to it.

Embarassingly enough, World of Warcraft is sucking up a lot of time these days. >.> This is not what I meant to be doing with my time. Then again, as long as Dad is buying my subscription so I will play online with him, I will keep playing. I still think Guild Wars is prettier.

I realized tonight that I have a Snupin fic that I've never posted. I'll have to see about getting that betaed and posted. I also really need to finish Redemption. I have been drifting out of the fandom for the past several months, aside from a couple of collaborative works and my RPG, but I still want to finish Redemption.

I have another three days to get my novel submission packet put together and sent to the first agent on my list. This is a self-imposed deadline, but I'd better make it. It's bloody hard turning a 110,000 word novel into six paragraphs. Honestly, the one-paragraph "back of the book" part was loads easier.

I am so sleepy I'm going to fall out of my chair. Time to kick the cat off my bed and sleep.

I'd forgotten I once upon a time wrote Escaflowne slash. Some of the reviews there are amusing. Someone said that my Escaflowne fic and my Remus/Draco series were very similar, and that I write the same story over and over again. Since that review was in 2004, hopefully I've progressed beyond telling the same story. I feel like I wrote a sequel to A Thousand Ships, but I don't see it posted at FF.net, so maybe I never finished it.

I wish Borders would quit sending me awesome 40% off coupons that are 1) only good in the store 2) only on days when we are predicted to have 7 inches of snow. I would LOVE to buy Season One of Criminal Minds for 40% off, but considering I've already given notice at work that I may not make it in tomorrow, there's no way I'm going to try to make it to Borders.

If you leave two teabags in your hot water for the length of time it takes to stand in line at CVS for a medicine containing pseudoephedrine and then drive home from Lebanon (read: 35 minutes), your tea is going to taste like ass no matter how good it was originally. Damn it.

Also, hi there dancing_bug. I can get text messages because I have a permanent account - though paid and plus users can also set that up, I think.

I can't stop sneezing tonight. Hopefully the CVS-brand Sudafed will kick in soon and make me feel not horrid.