Life Viewed Through an Amber Focus

I think I'm going to live. Which I wouldn't even have thought of saying before today. Now I am by no means over this stupid illness, but my left ear is no longer clogged up and my right ear is no longer crackling, which goes a long way in helping to restore my sanity. I think actually sleeping helped. I slept from 1:30 a.m. to 7 a.m. in one stretch and then I got a two hour nap in today, so even though I am still exhausted I am not tired, if you can tell the distinction between the two. Hey, it's progress. My cough is almost gone, my temp is down to 98.9 (my normal is like 97.4 so still a low grade fever for me, but better!), and I do not feel like my entire cranium is full of gunge. Still some sinus pressure and a lot of lethargy, but yes, I really do believe I am going to live now.

I am also eating real food again (i.e. stuff I cook that does not come out of a can or a box).

I even wrote a little. I didn't finish anything, but I wrote a little. Today was early release from school so not a lot of time to write anyway that was not spent napping instead. I may take my laptop with me tonight to tae kwon do. T has sparring and then he has his belt test after (the makeup test since he was sick during the regular one) so we will be there over an hour. I might be up to writing some then, especially seeing as the only book I have to read right now is The Omnivore's Dilemma, which is grossing me out right now and making me more determined than ever to buy an organic, grass-fed half of beef this fall. I really need to go to the library some time soon and find something science-fictiony to read in parking lots and waiting rooms that have no wi-fi.

( In which I ramble about The X-Files and Love )

I wrote something last night for the latest challenge at then_theres_us. I really would like to know why everything that comes out of my head lately is so weird. Anyway, I let it set overnight and looked at it again today, changed a few words, decided it was weird in a good way (I like it anyway) and sent it off to be beta'd. It's a bit visual as well, a bit of a story...poem...thing. Without rhyming. Or scanning. Narrative maybe. Or possibly just a very short story with a bit of odd formatting in places.

I am also hoping to finish up the next chapter of You're What? tonight or tomorrow. It was half finished when I got sick in the middle of their wedding. I am setting a goal for myself that I have to write at least 500 words on it before I start marathoning The X-Files again. I am mid-season four. I am shocked at how many people I recognize from pre-before they were in recognizable roles that made them household names or at least people you recognize from shows that were household names. Just in the last few days I've seen Lucy Liu pre-Ally McBeal and that white, baldish guy who played that jerky doctor on ER who gets his arm cut off by a helicoptor blade and they sew it back on (on ER) and that really cute Asian guy who went on to play...really cute Asian guys in many other things, and the man who plays the general on Stargate as Scully's dad. Very small world. I thought it was just British tv that was like that.