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I'm still here.

I've been working 12 hour shifts because my co-worker is on vacation. I'm tired. I also worked 12 days in a row, because I volunteered to work last Sunday. Double Time for my trip to England!

Needless to say, I was quite glad to have two days off in a row. I haven't had time to do anything but sleep and work.

I'm sick.

The cottonwood is REALLY bad, this year. Like... It looks like it's SNOWING. And the pollen is just... Everywhere. UGH. And while I'm allergic to cottonwood and pollen, Spring is never usually quite as bad as Autumn. So if Spring is particularly bad this year, I think this is the year that the ragweed will actually kill me come Autumn. XP Might just have to stay in England, after all. XD Your body gives you a 6-month allergy-free freebie when you're in another "zone". Which explains why I never sneezed even ONCE with all the ragweed on my dad's 100 acre property.

Anyway, back to me being sick.

I was coughing because of my allergies. I'd get that annoying tickle at the back of my throat. And drainage from a leaky nose. But two days later, the two mixed, so now the coughing is coming from my lungs. I can't seem to cough any of the ick up, though, so I had to buy some Mucinex yesterday. I cough so much that my abs and my head hurt. My coughing keeps me awake. Keeps Thad awake, too, obviously.

Being my first day off in twelve days, yesterday, it was a pretty lazy day. We used our gift card from Christmas to Texas Roadhouse, then went to check out the goods at Toys R Us. We had planned on checking out the goods at Gamestop, too, but my health was deteriorating quite rapidly, my strength and stamina being drained each time I coughed, so we rushed to Walmart for Mucinex instead, and came home and marathon-ed the rest of Supernatural season 1.

Today, my co-worker/friend/"sister" and I are going to our favorite New Age store out in Plymouth in preparation for Litha, then, since we have FAT STACKS OF CASH from working 12 days straight, we are treating ourselves to Joe's Crab Shack. I've never eaten there before, but apparently it's better than Red Lobster.

Raine
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Hungry!

I gave up fast food/restaurants for Lent.

Not that I follow Lent (I'm not Catholic), but I like to challenge myself. I'd follow Ramadan, too, if it wasn't for the fact that I work in a factory, and in the summer, it would be very dangerous.

Really, though, the whole point was to a) stop eating so late at night, and b) save money for England.

The result so far is that I eat other things when I get home instead, that I saved up monies, and that I am really really really really REALLY craving some McDonalds, right now.

I am currently over at my in-laws for some undisturbed writing (which turned into undisturbed reading and napping and plotting and research), and am fighting with myself to just go home in order to cook something and NOT stop over at McDonalds. I know that I could probably make something here, but I don't like rummaging through other people's kitchens, even if it is just my in-laws...

I haven't eaten since breakfast, so my stomach requires sustenance.

Guess I'll just pack up and go home (after I ask my father-in-law about my car...), since I wasn't being as productive as I would have liked...

Raine
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My attention is divided.

In January, I started editing my NaNo2012 novel to be published.

The first few chapters weren't bad, but the further into it I got, the more I realized that, because of NaNoWriMo's "quantity before quality" rule, I had to rewrite portions, and even entire chapters. And while I do that, my NaNo2013 characters are screaming for attention.

So then I think to myself: "Self*, what if I just edit my NaNo2013 novel, instead?"
But then I think to myself: "Self... NaNo2013 is a sequel to NaNo2011, and you'll have to rewrite that story first, and your NaNo2013 characters will still be screaming for attention."

And to top all of that off, Seth, Malrich, and Sadie are waiting ever so impatiently to have their stories told, which I told them would happen after I've tested the waters of the publishing world, first. Seeing as how they're my babies for the past 14-ish years, and all... I would be devastated if people hated their stories.

Now... I'm WAY behind on my publishing schedule. I had planned to have everything done by the end of February, and when that didn't happen (thanks to work), I told myself March. Except that it's still not happening due to my conflicted attention.

So what do I do? Work on one chapter of one story, then one chapter of the other, and keep going back and forth like that? Force one story to the back of my mind, and just try focusing on the other? Set them both aside and work on something else entirely?

UGH. Help...

Raine


*I think I've been watching too much Supernatural, lately... I found it amusing when Crowley was saying this. XD
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The misadventures of Rainechan

Chapter I-seem-to-have-lost-count: Car troubles. Again.

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Needless to say, I had to get up at 6AM this morning so that I could drive Thad to work and take his truck so that I could be at work at 8AM. UGH.

I hope my father-in-law fixes it, because I had planned to see Jane Doe Friday and/or Saturday, since Shakedown isn't playing on account of Bruce and Anne being in Vegas, getting married.

Raine
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Bored.

Stolen from Tei.

1. Go to www.photobucket.com (don't sign in)
2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box!
3. Use only the first page!
4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.

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I just have no will to write anything, not even an LJ post. Ugh.

Raine
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I'm gay.

So I've been super depressed for the past three days, and I don't know why.

But a co-worker had me cracked up, earlier.

I was in the break room, eating a Caramilk bar. She asked about it. I said that it was my Canadian candy. She asked me if I was Canadian. I said yes. She asked me why I moved to the USA. I said that I got married.

Her eyes went wide.

"You're married." she said, in disbelief.
"Yes." I replied. "Seven years."

She began mumbling something, and I wasn't too sure what she was saying.

"Why are you so shocked?" I asked.
She started saying "I was so sure..." She then leaned in to me. "Don't get offended, but... I thought you were gay."

At this point I crack up laughing, obviously not offended, but rather highly amused that she would think that.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" I asked, curious.
"You just look gay." she said.

XD Really???

I was amused. And now I'm wondering if I need to be less tomboy-ish, and more girly.

And now I am off to bed.

Raine
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"Well I'm hot-blooded, check it and see! I've got a fever of a hundred and three!"

I totally wasn't feeling good, yesterday. I was freezing all night leading into it, I had a huge headache, I was super thirsty, and I was dizzy like woah.

I thought that maybe I was dehydrated from Zumba class with Heather, so I had Thad get me some Gatorade with lots of electrolytes. I really didn't feel like driving to Farmington, but a) I never miss an occasion for doumbek class, even if I'm dying, and b) it was Heather's last time there before she moves to ... One of the Carolinas. The Gatorade helped a little, so we went to Farmington.

Apparently I didn't get completely better. I was freezing ALL night. I even, at 2AM, got up to get my huge and heavy fleece blanket. I was still cold (it was like... 70 degrees in the house), so I had to double it up. I woke up this morning feeling horrible. Thad got the thermometer, and I was doing 101.8F. I got up and took a nice, long, hot shower, and made myself some oatmeal for breakfast... except that I couldn't eat it. I was feeling like crap, and my feaver was getting the best of me, and I decided that, even if I couldn't afford it, to call off work and not spread the germs.

I went back to bed and instantly fell asleep. I woke up at one point around 9:40AM because Johnna called me from work for help activating an AT&T Go Phone (I was the Connections Opener. Vivian didn't get in until noon). I helped her out after my mind finished swimming in confusion, then it took me FOREVER to go to the bathroom.

When I was done I took my temperature again, and I was 102.3F. So I went back to bed. At one point, maybe around noon, I woke up with only one thought in my mind:

I'm comfortable.

And then, the more I thought about it, the more i realized that I really wasn't, and that, beneath three layers of blankets, I was really roasting. All three layers immediately shot off, and I lay in bed for a few minutes, sweating my behind off.

I didn't like laying in my sweat so I got up and walked around for a bit. I was really weak, so I sat down on the couch, sweat some more, then got up to make myself some soup. I ate my soup, then went to grab my pillow and watched some TV on the couch. I passed out a few times, and now, aside from still having a headache, I feel LOADS better. I was even able to eat something solid, and had the rest of my spaetzle.

I seriously don't know what brought on the fever, but all I can say is that it sucked. Hopefully tomorrow will be even better, and I'll be in tip-top shape for the bellydance and drum workshops/performance/hafla on Saturday.

And much thanks to Bassist!Steve for getting that Foreigner song stuck in my head. :P

Raine
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Busy day.

What I did with my day, today:

I helped Jessi. I talked to Mango. I went grocery shopping. I put the groceries away. I called the radio station (WRIF), because it's 2-For-Tuesdays, and requested some Sixx:A.M. songs. Meltdown played "Lies of the Beautiful People" and "Life is Beautiful" for me. <3 I cooked Khoresht-E-Fesenjan. I ate. I hopped online. I "friended" Steve, the drummer from Rockestra. I went to the bank. I went to my first ever Zumba class with Mango. I came back and watched a few episodes of Law & Order: SVU.

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I found out that Steve is no longer with Rockestra.

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...

Yeah, I'm still not too sure what happened. First Craig (though that I do know that it was a fight in between him and Dan, the keyboardist...), now Steve.

Then I wallowed in my annoyance by watching Don't Forget The Lyrics! and sucking rather horridly at it, tonight. *sighs* Oh well.

I just need to go to bed.

Raine