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[dragonlady7]

I had a shitty day at work yesterday, got horribly pissed-off, got out late, drove like a maniac to get to practice, but was so upset from work [screaming and crying while driving solo are a time-honored yet distracting tradition in the realm of stress-relief] that I actually missed my exit and wound up staring down the tollbooth to the Thruway eastbound towards Albany.
For a moment I considered just getting on it and going home to see Mommy and Daddy, but then I realized I had no clean underwear there and my sweaty bra from work was going to get way uncomfortable and also they'd laugh at me.


Sigh, the perils of adulthood.
So.
I pulled a U-turn and got onto the 290 and made it to Rollergirls practice 15 minutes late, staggering in with a raging headache and my tailbone hurting and my eyes all puffy. "Damn, girl," said one of the girls on the injured bench. "You look rough."
"I think I'm sitting with you today," I said, and put my bag down and climbed up onto the wall in my waitress uniform, pulling my bag of cough drops out of my apron pocket.
It was relaxing, but not terribly satisfying, to watch practice. My helmet got to participate, atop the head of a new girl without her own gear. I jokingly offered her my mouthguard, but she declined.

I slept like hell last night, waking myself up with racking, unproductive coughs that mostly served to hurt my head. And yet when I woke up this morning, not terribly well-rested, I was both perky as hell and horny like a little bunnyrabbit. Which was a hilarious combination, somehow. Both have faded in the absence of either nurturing or intervention [I don't know why Z finds my libido so threatening, but he's sick too now, poor thing-- wouldn't even dance in his underwear for me], and so now I am merely sore and head-splodey with sinus pressure, but the odd state of my awakening remains amusing to me. Which is, I suppose, better than the homocidal wrath I went to bed with.



Z did send me a link to this comic today, which made me laugh so hard. I am the prettiest princess!
We decided he needs a shirt like that. Except that it'd probably start a fight in his office over who is, in fact, the prettiest princess after all.

And.

marthawells doesn't outline either so I am not the only psycho idiot non-pre-plotter in the world. Squees! I feel reassured.
Although,

I usually just like to start out, and discover the book as I go along. This does mean I end up doing a lot of revision. :)

Er, yeah.

I am taking the bus today, and am not exactly looking forward to my usually-pleasant two hour sitting stretch because, well, my ass is still sore and sitting on an uncushioned floor is already a bit uncomfortable after an hour or so. If I'm already in pain sitting on the couch? Ungh. This won't be fun.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

OK, there is now Pepsi all over my desk from the thought of Z in that shirt!! I dare, no double dare you (and Z) to wear that to one of our family gatherings.

KW

[spacellama.livejournal.com]

Martha Wells also writes 2000-page intricate behemoths, so you two have a lot in common. ;) She is also very nice in person and takes time to talk to us wannabes. I've "met" her a couple of times at the ArmadilloCon scifi writing convention here in Austin. I think she was also involved in one of the writing workshops I did years ago. It's so nifty to see that non-local folks know about her!