Apparently, I was ill...
Apr. 17th, 2008 08:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsAt eleven yesterday morning I attended a meeting at which someone brought a bag of popcorn. He offered it to me and a sharp wave of nausea hit, so after the meeting I went home and straight to bed. I slept until about four, at which point I took a shower and proceeded to play household support. Omaha was at the printer's getting this month's Demochat district newsletter finished, so I picked her up, then turned around (with a Starbucks double somewhere in the middle) to pick up Kouryou-chan from dance class.
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lisakit's house for dinner. She made a carne asada, which was just wonderful, and we shot the breeze and had a good time together, but I was still fading in and out. When we got home, we put the girls to bed and I went to sleep early, slept hard, and this morning I feel better. Not absolutely right, but far better.
Unfortunately, I'm now 600 words behind quota on Caprice since I didn't write at all yesterday. Eek. I'll get back up to speed, although I might have to skip gym today to do it. And I am making notes on all the crazy stuff Muse is throwing at me from her back room. ("Dove and Kacea Alfan? But we killed that thread..." "I know! That's what makes it cool!" Wretched girl. She's all like, "June, July, August. Twelve weeks. Twelve stories. It'll be just like old times." Yeah, we'll see.)
We went to
lisakit's house for dinner. She made a carne asada, which was just wonderful, and we shot the breeze and had a good time together, but I was still fading in and out. When we got home, we put the girls to bed and I went to sleep early, slept hard, and this morning I feel better. Not absolutely right, but far better.Unfortunately, I'm now 600 words behind quota on Caprice since I didn't write at all yesterday. Eek. I'll get back up to speed, although I might have to skip gym today to do it. And I am making notes on all the crazy stuff Muse is throwing at me from her back room. ("Dove and Kacea Alfan? But we killed that thread..." "I know! That's what makes it cool!" Wretched girl. She's all like, "June, July, August. Twelve weeks. Twelve stories. It'll be just like old times." Yeah, we'll see.)
