Novel Stats:
| Words Today | 0 |
| Words Total | 98,500 |
Short Story Stats:
| Written |
0
|
| Submitted |
0
|
| In Circulation |
0
|
| Rejected |
0
|
| Sold |
0
|
Wednesday,
February 2, 2005
You know what day it is
It's the day Brent Spiner comes out of his hole and decides if there's going to be another 6 weeks of winter. Or it's the groundhog's birthday. Or maybe it's some combination of the two, I dunno.
All I know is, I'm tired. Damn tired. "I could sleep through an attack by rabid lemurs" tired. You ask, was this incurred honestly by late night writing last night? Or perhaps by working on Clara's mittens in the wee hours? Might I even be doing a spot of midnight cleaning, now that the screamers from downstairs are gone?
No. I had a cramp. A cramp, not to put too fine a point on it, in my right buttcheek. And it would not go away, no matter what I did. I tossed and turned for hours, trying to find a comfortable position. Then I got up and walked around for a bit. I got down on the floor and did some stretches. I took ibuprofen, then aspirin, then a vitamin, then a potassium pill. I pounded and rubbed my flank in the hopes of getting the muscle to relax. I was tempted to toss down some Malibu, but held off for fear of mixing alcohol and ibuprofen.
Nothing worked. It just kept pulsing in a low ". . .whum. . .whum. . .whum" of burning achiness, not enough that I was screaming and clutching my ass in a desperate attempt to make the pain go away, but just enough to stop me from drifting off to sleep. In desperation, I took some Excedrin PM on top of everything else, and that finally sent me off to sleepyville.
Unfortunately, the side effect of taking Excedrin PM at 4:00 AM is that you are still comatose at 7:30 AM and in no shape to get out of bed without the assistance of a Marine drill instructor and a crane. Since I didn't have those available this morning, I got up late, staggered into the office and am currently shambling around like something from Shaun of the Dead, when I actually get to stand up and leave my desk (lots and lots and lots and LOTS of work).
Oh, and apparently we get to hear how Social Security is outdated and will be dismantled in favor of people who like to play with money funds tonight during the State of the Union (in brief -- it sucks) speech. Apparently some folks don't understand that SS isn't meant to be invested -- it's to make sure that you have something to eat and some sort of a roof over your head when you're old. Then again, one suspects that these folks could do away with SS and never feel the pinch themselves. Must be nice to be rich and connected -- but, to quote Selina Rosen, "I'm not bitter."