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Coldly Snap
Hey there, all...
This cold has officially wandered into ass-kicking territory. When I sit down and laze, though, I start to feel better. I think I might use the day to hide in a duplicate room and write something.
I've been thinking about thinking too much, and decided that thinking and pondering on something too long is very overrated. I'm not sure where this realization is going to lead, but putting it on the ground and spinning it around for a bit should give me a fairly good indication on where to go.
Knowledge is only half the equation; wit is the jelly!
I think I'm getting a fever, but I'm not sure. I'm *definitely* congested, but I'm wearing the world's worst sweater today and it might be overheating me. Charles gave it to me last year and I think I might have washed it. There are these pointless leather strips down the front, and I don't think they liked that. So they shrank and took the rest of the sweater with it. Now if feels like I'm wearing a turtleneck when I'm not.
Got a lot done on "Kerston Miller" yesterday, and started revising "Donna". Still haven't done anything for "Grey Warming Over," and Milo and Peter are begging to be redesigned for "Salvation". I think I know what a harried Mom feels like; two steps forward, 3,782 steps back. But still, it's worth it. :)
Despite the fact my head is going to explode with snot, I haven't been this clear in a while.
This cold has officially wandered into ass-kicking territory. When I sit down and laze, though, I start to feel better. I think I might use the day to hide in a duplicate room and write something.
I've been thinking about thinking too much, and decided that thinking and pondering on something too long is very overrated. I'm not sure where this realization is going to lead, but putting it on the ground and spinning it around for a bit should give me a fairly good indication on where to go.
Knowledge is only half the equation; wit is the jelly!
I think I'm getting a fever, but I'm not sure. I'm *definitely* congested, but I'm wearing the world's worst sweater today and it might be overheating me. Charles gave it to me last year and I think I might have washed it. There are these pointless leather strips down the front, and I don't think they liked that. So they shrank and took the rest of the sweater with it. Now if feels like I'm wearing a turtleneck when I'm not.
Got a lot done on "Kerston Miller" yesterday, and started revising "Donna". Still haven't done anything for "Grey Warming Over," and Milo and Peter are begging to be redesigned for "Salvation". I think I know what a harried Mom feels like; two steps forward, 3,782 steps back. But still, it's worth it. :)
Despite the fact my head is going to explode with snot, I haven't been this clear in a while.