Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: July 14, 2001

Saturday,
July 14, 2001
BASTILLE DAY

Up the French

Bonjour, mes amis, and allow me to wish a happy Bastille Day to our Francophone cousins across the sea. I wish I could add some witty comment about biting baguettes or not taunting the Germans, but my brain is still in neutral from yesterday. An unexpected and exceedingly long phone call from a family member didn't help matters -- I'm still in semi-disgusted shock over some of the conversation (and should this person ever show up here -- for Christ's sake, she's been dead for almost three years, now. Get over it already. I don't want to hear about it anymore, I don't care, just shut up, okay? And if anyone should get SS benefits, it should be Michael).

Jeez. Happy Bastille Day, have fun storming the castle, whatever.

Makework is our friend, yes it is

Since the urge to write has pretty much fled under the onslaught of pain, dizziness, and an urge to choke the stuffing out of someone, I went ahead and did a long-needed revamp to my writing page in an attempt to keep myself moderately vertical and productive. Not only did I update all the information and include a running list of what's been sold, what's in circulation, etc. but I also did what I think is a very nice update to the page layout. I'm moderately tempted to use it all over the website, including here -- the current layout is okay, but I really like the idea of replacing that old navigation bar up there with something clean-lined and sharp. Besides, I love the line, "As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."

Maybe I'll play around with some templates and see how it goes. After all, if Judy can change her website design every day on a whim, I think I can get away with it every couple of years, yes?

Can I have my brain back, now, please?

Now that I finally understand what's causing all this, I really do have to say that migraines, atypical or not, suck bigtime. It's hard to think, my typing is almost dyslexic (you should have seen what my spellchecker caught -- I don't even think it was in the Indo-European language family), and my most enthusiastic urge has been to switch the bedside lamp from the left to the right.

The pisser is, I was having an absolutely incredible week there -- writing, editing, getting stuff out in the mail in unprecedented amounts. It felt like I was unstoppable, in some rock-solid creative groove where nothing could get in my way.

Now I just feel moderately sick and numb up the left side, with a heaping helping of plain old tiredness. I don't know if this is the normal crash for that sort of creativity or what -- if it is, okay, I'll live with it, but I'd much rather have some of that boundless enthusiasm from Tuesday and Wednesday.

I know -- whine whine whine, when it's fabulous that I got so much done and that there are five stories of mine making the magazine rounds. I guess I'm just greedy that way. I'm also just grateful that it hasn't interfered with my REM cycle any -- in response to the unpleasant phone call last night, my subconscious took pity on me and whomped up a nice little dream about going to a wedding where Steve the Scrumptious was one of the other guests. We wound up dancing a lot, and he kept hugging and kissing me in an attempt to cheer me up.

Which, oddly enough, helped -- at least I didn't wake up feeling quite so disgusted. Hey, right now I'll take comfort and support where I can find it, even if it's in the vaults of my own subconscious.

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