When real things happen to imaginary people

Yesterday I was knocked flat by ... something. A flare-up of the Lyme and its co-bugs? I don't know. I spent all of yesterday on the couch, shivering under a heavy blanket, feeling woozy, achy, and unable to think.

Today I feel slightly better. I'm not under heavy blankets right now, I'm not as woozy or achy, and I don't feel as fuzzily vacant as I did. Of course, I made my classic mistake of thinking I'M BETTER NOW, did a bunch of stuff, and then went "Oh. Whoops. Flopping on couch now." But I feel like I have enough brain to work on job-hunt emails and the novel, so it's progress of a sort.

I'm not sure what brought on this bout of sickly, because it's not like I've been doing a lot of stuff. But minim_calibre reminded me yesterday that hey, this is a month of really stressful emotions for me, which is probably causing this. Oh, right.

(Speaking of really stressful emotions, the off-and-on snow around here has been making me melancholy, because in the past snow meant a phone call from Mom, telling me to stop summoning the snow demons.)

What I really want right now is a butler, who will bring me tea, tasty gluten-free snacks, and perhaps laudanum. Why don't I have a butler, dammit?

I am having one of those days. Fuzzy-brained, kind of achy, and wow, did I not want to wake up this morning. Combine that with a sense of ennui and lack of motivation, and you have my current state. Bleah.

However, yesterday ended up being good. I went to therapy (yes, I am seeing a therapist now, and she has been amazing in helping me learn ways to cope with stress and crazy), then had chocolate martinis with the usual suspects. Sea Salt Caramel Chocolate martinis and delightful company is ALWAYS good.

Now I just need to find my motivation to write. I am very late in writing anything for GCS, I have 5K of a story I need to create as soon as I possibly can, and I need to write a proposal about Something so I can send it to my agent. But any time I open a text document to work on something, my mind just ... drifts away. Yeah, I know, stress can do that to a person, but it's still frustrating.

This weekend: hanging out with Dad and sorting through stuff. And maybe writing. I hope writing. The words are there, it just feels like they're out of reach on a really tall shelf or something.

Yesterday

Sinus Migraine Demons = 1

cupcake_goth = 0

Today

Insomnia Fairy = 1

cupcake_goth = 0


EDITED TO ADD: Y'know, I think this means I'm in the perfect (lack of) mental state to read the copy of Breaking Dawn (the most recent Twilight spaaaaaaarkly vampire book) that was loaned to me.

Today is Not So Good, for various reasons. Mostly work chaos, with a small side order of work panic. So! I turn to you, invisible friends in the magic box! Tell me things of a cheering-up nature, please.