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Thursday,
April 27, 2006
From Hell's heart, my sinuses spit at me
It really was amazing -- we got off the plane Monday night, and felt like someone had whapped a huge, hot, damp towel in our faces. Welcome to Texas, here are your adult-onset allergies, enjoy!
So I'm on Benadryl (even Lyndon broke down and took one last night, and he usually won't use anything until his eyeballs are bleeding), a lot of ibuprofen and as much Vitamin C as my little system can stand. And I took today off because it's sorta hard to get to sleep when you can't breathe, dontchaknow. At least I have lovely memories of the weekend, and Lyndon, being the marvelous husband that he is, went and fetched Subway sammiches for lunch and the third season of SIX FEET UNDER for me. I do love him so.
In
the meantime, I've learned that the writer who's doing the other half of the
Double Dog I'm in has finished the first round of edits on her novella and
is letting it sit and recover for a few days, which means that, allergies or
no allergies, I need to get cracking on BEST PROTECTION and finish it up toot
sweet. Which is a good idea anyway, since the Muse was mocking me over the
weekend about WHITE KNIGHT, QUEEN ALICE and asking when I'm going to start
editing the damn thing?
Of course, any writing or editing (or thinking, to be honest) is made just slightly more difficult by the idiot neighbor in the building across the street who bought himself a crotch rocket and has been tinkering with it on and off since we got back. The tinkering, you see, requires him to start and stop the damn thing over and over again, and since it sounds like God's own stomach rumbling it's a bit distracting. Yet another reason why a house just looks more attractive all the time.
Oh, well -- back to work, tra la.