Well, I can't really blame the toddler who gave me this flu; she is just too cute. But it is killing me. I know my immune system was low after I had spent so long worried about starting class, spending all night awake to write (will talk about that in more detail in a second), and staying out in the cold for SES. I am a little surprised it hasn't been worse. I felt like I should be in hospital (the aches in my joints, headache, and overall shitty feeling) for about four hours and then the snot happened. If that was how I felt, a full grown adult, then how did the two and half year old toddler handle this for two weeks? Uh, my heart breaks to think she was in this pain.
Well, as for writing; I finished I Heart Pop Asia! Yes, it is finally over and I don't have to go back to the very annoying and hipster like Cassidy and Isac until I absolutely have to edit them. Maybe by then I will like them as characters. That finished, last night I had a new idea and so I may be back to writing another story... I should be crying over the prospect of mentally draining myself once again; two books in a row, study, writer's group news letter, Frisky Friday, and reading for the week... my brain has turned to mush just thinking about it and is oozing out around my ear phones. And then this November I'm hoping to participate in Nanowrimo again (fifty thousand words in thirty days).
Throw in I've asked that guy, the one I have feelings for, out to coffee. I don't even drink coffee. It was easy sending the message and actually it didn't faze me waiting for a response. I honestly thought I would be agonising over the weekend; maybe I shouldn't have asked, can I pretend that it was a friends request to hang out, or what if he thinks that it was just as friends?
Strangely that wasn't going through my head.
I felt oddly released, like it wouldn't matter if he said no. I was empowered. Why should women have to wait for a guy to decide that he likes us and so has to make the first move? So yeah, I put my heart on my sleeve and asked. What happened? Hmm, there isn't a set time or day or anything like that, he just said "that would be nice". Hopeful but a little unsure still.
And I'm applying for a job back in the real world, once again I am seeing the same forms to fill in and I have to laugh. How many times do I need a background check done? The cops must think I am insane. This will be number three for this year.
Can you see how my immune system was down and I got sick?
Well, as for writing; I finished I Heart Pop Asia! Yes, it is finally over and I don't have to go back to the very annoying and hipster like Cassidy and Isac until I absolutely have to edit them. Maybe by then I will like them as characters. That finished, last night I had a new idea and so I may be back to writing another story... I should be crying over the prospect of mentally draining myself once again; two books in a row, study, writer's group news letter, Frisky Friday, and reading for the week... my brain has turned to mush just thinking about it and is oozing out around my ear phones. And then this November I'm hoping to participate in Nanowrimo again (fifty thousand words in thirty days).
Throw in I've asked that guy, the one I have feelings for, out to coffee. I don't even drink coffee. It was easy sending the message and actually it didn't faze me waiting for a response. I honestly thought I would be agonising over the weekend; maybe I shouldn't have asked, can I pretend that it was a friends request to hang out, or what if he thinks that it was just as friends?
Strangely that wasn't going through my head.
I felt oddly released, like it wouldn't matter if he said no. I was empowered. Why should women have to wait for a guy to decide that he likes us and so has to make the first move? So yeah, I put my heart on my sleeve and asked. What happened? Hmm, there isn't a set time or day or anything like that, he just said "that would be nice". Hopeful but a little unsure still.
And I'm applying for a job back in the real world, once again I am seeing the same forms to fill in and I have to laugh. How many times do I need a background check done? The cops must think I am insane. This will be number three for this year.
Can you see how my immune system was down and I got sick?
