Siiick
It's 1:45 and I haven't written anything major today. I did make a truly kick-ass dinner that I'm really proud of, but I haven't produced any writing longer than a paragraph or two. Part of it is mood - I'm not very aroused or geeky feeling - and part of it is sickness. I keep having these full-body sneezing fits and the like, which is very much bad for your Feelin' Creative.
Still, I can take comfort in that for all I've been a sputtering, suffering wreck of a man today, I have still nonetheless achieved things. I've done a lot of washing up, I've taken care of Fox and I've contacted my mother to wish her a happy birthday.
My nephew-or-niece, is, at this point... well, late. S/he was supposed to be born four days ago, but the little rascal is insisting on taking his/her time coming out. I'm not sure what to interpret that to mean, and how best to make off-colour jokes about it. My sister will have until Monday, when they'll induce her, and then I'll have to spend weeks at a time hearing about how bored she is and how much she detests the little weasel.
She won't say it, but I'll know it to be true.
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