Finally Friday!

Administration
Happy birthday to mplscorwin!
Happy early birthday to theferrett!

Medical
Very little sleep last night. I think it's the Zonegran. *sigh* So. Exhaustion. Nausea. Little bit of brainfuckery. Little bit of coordination fuckery. Vision MOSTLY okay. EDIT: Okay, brainfuckery BAD.

Addendum re: Sleep
Sleep issue, once I actually got to sleep, was not helped by the fact that the cat opened the door at some point last night and settled on my legs. So every time I moved, I woke up about 35%. Just enough to go "Uh? Wha? Oh. Cat. Wha? CAT?!?!? Uh." and fall back asleep. Not enough to actually get up and remove the cat from the room.

No, not Jack. Max. The smart cat. Jack doesn't open doors. He only opens tampon boxes.

Wiki wiki wiki
54 documents and counting. One of the things I really like about this is that I can work the way I work - purely stream of consciousness - and then it can be sorted logically.

Spoiler City
Spent a big chunk of last night babbling to Adam about Shayara after the end of the story proper. phantom_wolfboy says, ""Books have ends. Stories don't." And he's right, dammit. I walk in story, but - I have to present books! Aaagh. I feel like I'm standing over my characters with a scalpel...

I have millenia of story. Shayara - the story, the comic or book that I am presenting to you - is just the one piece that I have chosen.

There's a reason that it bears the name of the city.

Wearing
Boring! Black T-shirt, jeans, "all about me" socks from Helly, purple bra and purple panties.

Reading
The Book of Flying by Keith Miller, and the past few months of Better Homes & Gardens.

Yes, I read BHG. Remodeling advice. Shut up.

Planning
Three-day weekend! Wow. That snuck up on me. Cool.

Rest. Lots of rest. And getting Elayna's room done.

You?

Meme-infected!

Okay, I'll do it.

Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me.

It can only be one word. No more.

Then copy & paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word about you.

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So much of my heart and mind is in Boston. And my body is here. Feel like they're attached by a rubber band that could *SNAP* at any moment.

That would hurt.

I need to be there.

So many factors at work. So many than ever before.

I need to be there now. I need to go home.

Universe: This is what I want.

I want Adam to get a call from one of the universities he's applied to, desperate to hire him. They will interview him when we're there in July, and decide that they need him for the beginning of the school year. We will move in August. (docorion has already said he'll take a month off work to help.)

The move will go smoothly. Adam will love his new job, to which he will carpool with his new gaming buddies. Elayna will hit it off with zeyr's son and love her new school, which will prove to have a rockin' band as well as the great math & science program we already know about.

Finally not having to haul my ass all over town for four hours at the start of every day, I will start getting enough rest. After a few weeks, my body will catch up to itself, will recover to the point of being manageable, liveable. My new neurologist will be flexible with my treatment, and I will have the ability to be flexible with it. I will be able to work *with* my body, not *against* it.

I will get a Xeric grant and publish Shayara in trade paperback form. It will sell like hotcakes. Hotcakes, I tell you. I will then also get Places You Haunt, Ondine, Walking on Water, and Maggie's story published, though not in comic form because that isn't how they live in my head. And other stories. I have other stories. I will always have other stories.

Adam will get a series of books published, too - funny looks at horror media. He will have a huge following, like David Hasselhoff in Germany.

morenasangre will be a famous writer too, oh yes, for her beautiful urban fantasy. *nod*

docorion is lucky - he's already doing what he loves. But he wants to just do day shifts. So universe, let's put him just in Boston and just on day shifts.

Elayna will be a genius teacher rock star scientist astronaut mommy writer, just like she wants. And a punk-rock flautist. And she will always be healthy.

Everyone I love should be healthy, Universe. If I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming big. Fix dark_blade's arthritis. Fix sibylla's probably-lupus. Fix deyaniera. Fix the whole gimp squad. Take away their pain and their brainfuckery and bodyfuckery - give them that much more room to Do Great Things.

This is what I want, Universe. Manifest this.