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Cruel Fate...

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 16:45:15 GMT

I woke up with a sore throat. It turned to achy neck and back. Now I'm so cold I can't stand it. And I have to leave for work in 18 minutes. I am sick.

Let's hope it's not the flu. And if it is, let's hope it's not of the porcine variety, although I probably deserve it for laughing at fate a few weeks ago. She gave someone I no longer care for swine flu. We won't name names.

As it went with the chicken pox, when we made fun of the neighbor girls, twins, calling them "chicken pock pie" and generally being horrid boys. We caught it from them. Surprise, surprise. And then my older brother and I were the target of much ridicule.

"History repeats itself, and time flows like a river."

If you can tell me where the quote is from without googling it, you're my new best friend.

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Sunday Post...

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:20:52 GMT

The boyfriend is in New Mexico until Wednesday. Has been since Wednesday.

Today looks like this: Church at First Congregational United Church of Christ, writing group from 12-3 at the cafe inside B&N, going to buy New Super Mario Bros Wii, freaking out all the way home, playing NewSMBWii until my brains fall out my ears.

Because tomorrow starts another week.

Oh, and BTW, I crossed 30,000 words yesterday and then went to drink wine with my mother.

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Over The Hill...

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:27:35 GMT

Yesterday I crossed the halfway point. There is no going back. There will be a novel this year. It might be silly and odd and maybe a little sacrilegious (but not really...I don't dispute or change the character of Christ), but it's SO FUN TO WRITE!

And after I crossed the halfway point, we loaded up in the car, got drugs for various instances of bizarre medical weirdness, and went into the city. Hooray for good friends and great food! And thrift shopping. We decided to put a two dollar limit on ourselves and try to find the ugliest, tackiest, never-going-in-my-house thing we could find. We're going to exchange them at Christmas. So fun!

We ran into an old friend of Robb's from LA...in a porn shop...in Boystown of Chicago...buying lube. How strange. And really, it was more of a novelty shop than a porn shop. But how odd is that?! I swear we could fly to the moon (possibly with Jesus) and run into someone we know.

And then Robb packed. This morning he left for a week to visit his bro in Albuquerque. And my medical weirdness is going away. Thank God for that. Let's never speak of it again.

Today? I'm going to work all day. Boo. But I might have time catch up with y'all later tonight after I get done writing for the day.

Have a great one! Who knows...maybe you'll run into a cute long-lost friend in a porn shop in the gay district of your city.

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I Am A Robot...

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 18:26:11 GMT

I just thought I should let you all know that I am a robot. Seriously.

I wrote this morning. And I wrote. And I wrote. And when I thought I was close enough to 25,000 to quit for the day, I wrote just a little bit more, adding three more words to be at an even 23,400 words. And then I did the math.

I wrote 4,200 words this morning. What? I went back and did my math again, sure that I couldn't possibly have written so much in one sitting. I added, I subtracted. I stood agape. What? I seriously wrote 4200 words in one sitting. From 10 until 1. Wow.

Hate me. Loathe me. Despise me.

I love me right now.

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Update...

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:13:28 GMT

After a somewhat disappointing weekend (word count-wise), I am just over 17,000. If write my arse off today, I can be over 20,000. That would be nice. I dont think I have time for that, but it would be nice.

In other news, I am experiencing some somewhat bizarre medical ickiness that I'd rather not go into detail about...but it's been a week and when I thought it was getting better, it just seemed to revert to day one. I'm really not happy about this and I can't afford to go to a doctor to get it checked out.

Meanwhile, I have a tooth that's arguing with me about what I'm eating. And no money for that.

Luckily, I'm too busy writing this month to go spend money (in theory), so I guess I'm saving...sort of. My last paycheck was so small there really wasn't much to save. Blah.

On a positive note, however, I'm excited to be spending Wednesday in the city with the boy and some friends. I love it that I work at a bank and they all work at libraries or have government jobs. Hooray for days off. Let's just hope I'm up for walking all day...

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Michael Jackson...ALIVE?!

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:13:58 GMT

So...I was flipping through our campus newspaper the other day and I came across something in the police blotter that I absolutely had to share. It's hysterical! (Okay, the story itself is not hysterical...but the coincidence within is golden.)

Elgin man found guilty of sexual assault with 2 underage males

The Associated Press
St. Charles | An elgin man has been found guilty of having sexual contact with two underage boys.
     Michael Jackson was convicted Monday of two counts of predatory criminal sexual assault and one count aggravated criminal sexual abuse. Jackson waived his right to a jury trial and had his case heard before Kane County Circuit Judge Timothy Q. Sheldon.
     According to prosecutors, the 32-year-old Jackson had sexual contact with two boys under 13 years from June 2004 and December 2006. Authorities say Jackson knew the boys.
     Sheldon set a Dec. 10 sentencing date for Jackson, who is being held in the Kane County Jail.

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I can't make this shit up!

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One-Fifth...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:55:43 GMT

I am one fifth of the way done. Ten thousand words. In four days. How crazy is that? It's super uncommon for me to be so far ahead...but here I am.

It would explain my absence.

Jesus and Co. were in a jam and needed my help...space slugs and lobster people and Pharisees...blah. It's all so difficult to surmount...especially when the inferno ivy keeps hunting you.

Yeah...anywho. I'm having fun with this one. It's silly and light. WAY better than last year...last year was SOOOOOOO depressing.

Hooray for NaNoWriMo and my lovely writing group. I can't wait to see them all on Sunday.

In other news...

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JESUS. IN. SPAAAAAAACE!!!

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:21:21 GMT

It is officially upon us...

Tonight is the Kick-Off Party for National Novel Writing Month. Basically, what that means is that thirty crazy people go to Rosita's, a delicious Mexican restaurant in town, and talk writing, box up our inner editors, and have a great last fling before settling down to write for a month.

I'll bet they just loooove us there.

I'll tell you one thing...I love the Sangria there.

And tomorrow? Halloween. Party at the NaNo ML's house. With my crazy amigos. And at midnight we all sit down to start writing until 2 AM. And then we get up Sunday morning and meet again for our first real-live NaNo write-in. It's like the writer's group jackpot this weekend! We're going to HATE eachother when it's done, I'm sure.

I, for one, am looking forward to it. The writing? Not so much...

Let me level with you all.

I'm scared. I don't do comedy very often...or very well...

*train of thought comes screeching to a halt*

Wait a minute...am I funny here? On my blog? I think I AM! Maybe I CAN DO funny! Wow...you're all witnessing a moment...

So now I'm not so scared. Onwards and, mostly, upwards with JESUS. IN. SPAAAAAAAACE!!!

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Sick Boy...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:36:09 GMT

I'm at home on my day off.

The boy is home sick.

Hooray for playing nurse! I like to be able to take care of him.

Anything's better than trying to sleep through a night of dreams intent on waking you up...discovering five coffins in the crawlspace? Having to leave the cat behind? Ghosts and big bugs? Ugh. It was not a good night for sleep.

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Seven Minutes

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:30:36 GMT

I have seven minutes before I have to get in the shower and go to work all day.

Have I updated you on the Water Guy situation?

We were forced to go with corporate water because apparently PNC, the bank that bought National City, doesn't support local businesses. So we had to cancel the Water Guy. He came in last Friday and took the cooler away. I had a good long chat with him. He's actually a really articulate, funny guy. Which doesn't help.

Before he walked out I said maybe I'd see him around. He said, "I hope so." Hm.

I wrote him a little letter a few weeks ago when I found out he wouldn't be coming back.

It said I enjoyed seeing him and I was bummed he wouldn't be coming in anymore. I said I'd kick myself if I didn't at least ask him. So I asked him if there was more to the smiles and extended glances, or if it was just wishful thinking on my part. I said that if I was mistaken, I meant no harm and just know that I think you're pretty much sex on legs (not in those terms). And I left my phone number and email. Just in case.

But I didn't give him the letter. I was in such shock because I didn't think he'd be in the day he came in. I'm amazed my mouth even worked, let alone got something coherent out and made him laugh. So I forgot...and sort of neglected on purpose. Chickened out? Maybe. Decided I'd rather have that hope than an enemy? More likely.

But he's gone.

Nick, if you're out there, here's to you.

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