Today was a total trainwreck.

- Woke up, found B with a fever. Again. Still. Some more. Called him in, went back to sleep.

- Woke up with my first ever nosebleed. Well, the first one that wasn't the direct result of the impact of a fiberglass pole. My face looked like I was an extra in a horror movie. I have a blood phobia. Good times!

- Got the kids up, ran out of cereal. Luckily, B has no appetite! *sigh*

- Got in the shower. The apartments pick the moment that I'm getting ready to rinse the shampoo out of my hair to do the fire alarm test that they've been talking about for a week.

- Called the doctor, who wanted me to bring B in. In like 15 minutes. O hai, not going to happen. We agreed that either the minor med (affiliated with their office) tonight or their office in the morning is a good idea.

- K came home super early! With flowers and coffee for me! And a nastygram about the office getting a report of "excessive door slamming" that was left on the door. :/

- He took B in to the doctor. His flu has turned into pneumonia. Luckily, we caught it in time so he doesn't have to be hospitalized.

- I found out that a friend of mine's ex-boything broke into her email and whatnot, which means that he read all of our conversations. Aside from pissed off because someone screwed with my friend, I feel kind of violated. Also? He's telling people that she's stalking him. Lol?

- Lil b sliced his finger open. "I'm bleeding!" he said, shoving his finger in my face. Please reference the blood phobia above.

- My computer freaked out. I apparently had a virus. I decide that perhaps now is a good time for a nap.

- Naps are a bad idea. I wake up feeling 1000x worse than previously. Flu relapse? Do I have pneumonia? I don't feel like I have pneumonia, but then I've never had it so I wouldn't know. Promise K that I'll go to the doctor tomorrow if I'm still feeling bad.

Cliff's notes: Boo has pneumonia. Life sucks. People better be glad that I can't get up the energy to hunt them down and go stabby at them.

On the upside, the interest rate has gone down so our dude updated our good faith estimate with the new numbers. That's happy. If we could lock it in right now, I'd be thrilled.

I'm trying to think of things that I want to learn once my brain cells are no longer suffering from the flu. (I'm picturing cartoon brain cells passed out with ice packs on their heads and thermometers in their mouths.) I miss the intentional, "I'm sitting down and learning now" sort of feeling that comes with taking classes. Not that the accidental or on the fly sort of learning isn't fun and useful, but maybe I miss structure. I just don't have the time or money for actual classes now.

I think one of the things I'm going to do is attempt to teach myself how to draw. I keep hearing that it's something that can be learned through study and practice, despite the assumption that you've either got it or you don't. So, I'll test that theory. It's not like I could get any worse at it, right? ;)

Catching up

I kind of slacked this weekend. Oops! Here's somet catch up.

On Saturday we had thundersnow! It was amazing. I wish I hadn't been sick so I could have gone outside instead of watching it from my room... then again, a house down the road from me got hit by lightning, so maybe it was for the best.

I wrote this Sunday:
I dreamt last night that I was drowning in dark, deep, black water in the middle of an icy lake. I tried to pull myself up but the ice broke under my hands, cutting my palms and re-submerging me.

The never-ending sickness of doom has started wearing on me, emotionally. I'm irritable as all hell, to the point that I just want someone to piss me off about something substantial so that I can tear into them. It's been difficult to reign myself in and not just metaphorically chew the faces off of completely undeserving people. Hence, very little in the way of communication with anyone.

The flu can't last forever. It either has to go away or kill me. ... right?

Apparently my upstairs neighbors are Giants fans. I'm surprised they didn't end up in my living room toward the end of the game, to be quite honest. As I told someone else, I'll be glad when we move to a house and the only loud ass people upstairs are the ones related to me. ("And you can poke them with a stick," they pointed out. Exactly!)

Tomorrow... I'm going to make a post that doesn't involve ANY whining at all. I swear it.

Right now I'm going to go throw a bath bomb in some hot water and just relax.

And on Monday:

You know, I promised an entry without whining. And I'll be damned if today didn't go and make that difficult. But! I shall prevail.

So I was working on a manuscript around the second week in January, you might remember. Set a goal of 5k, blew the deadline, reset it, met it with time to spare? Yes, that one. Well, I dropped it when Becca came to visit and then crap kept getting in the way, but I picked it up again tonight. It was difficult to get back into, but it felt good to do something productive while I'm sitting around waiting on my body to vanquish the virii. Hopefully it'll get easier tomorrow.

Is it extremely sad that I find comfort in hearing that Neil Gaiman is having issues with the chapter he's on, too? Heh.

Things with the house are kind of in that between stage. We haven't done the appraisal yet, and probably won't for at least a week. That hasn't stopped me from plotting things, of course. I cannot wait to get in and start painting things. I don't know why I'm looking forward to that so much, but the urge to go make some of those walls NON-WHITE is almost overwhelming.

I wonder how dude would feel if I started before he moved out..?

Yeah, probably not a good idea. Oh, well. ;D

Ohh, you know what? I totally have cheese dip around here somewhere. Time to terminate this entry early and go get some snacks. NOM NOM NOM.

I'm feeling a little better today, but who knows for how long. Everyone is passing this flu around like mad. 1/3 of the kids in B's school were out yesterday, today, or both. K's boss is not helping things by insisting he come into work while he's still contagious, either.

New plan: write a book, make several billion dollars, buy K's company, fire his boss. Hey, it's good to have goals, right?