Another day, Another dollar...Another blog

"I hate wet."

I'm funny. If you've been keeping up with my Twitter updates, then you'd have read that I started my novel. I was inspired by my friends who had started today also, typing out 1700 and 1900 words for themselves. I, however, spit out 2022 words in two hours and fifteen minutes. Then I went on with 1648 more word because I knew I wasn't sleepy. That's 3670 words in one night. I'm like a superhero with a keyboard. I'm pretty proud of myself if you can't tell. Of course, I'm not surprised. I threw down 5000 words in one afternoon for the amusement park I worked at when I was writing training material.

With me, as you all know from reading my blogs, I can close my eyes and let me fingers go at ludicrous speed(That'd be a good stocking stuffer: Spaceballs) when it's all bullshit, which is what writing fiction is all about. I just imagine it, and it's as good as gold. Too bad my family will never read it, it's pretty fucked up. I read over what I typed and it's about 10x worse than anything you'll ever see on this site. But, it's funny. I can assure you of that.

Also, if you've been keeping up with my Twitts, you'll have noticed that I had quite the little fever- 103.2. I felt a little achy and tired, but wasn't like falling over passing out- like how we all associate high temperatures and symptoms. My mom finally made me take my temperature and that's what popped up last night.

She went into "mom mode," you know, when they start doing everything they can do to help you. Before I knew it I had a bottle of water and three fever reducers in front of me. "Take them!" It's not like I wasn't going to take the pills, she just got to the medicine cabinet before me. Anyway, the fever broke this morning and I soaked through my shirt and pants in sweat, I hate that. With the random meds I've been on throughout chemo, I've had my share of night sweats. I just hate it when it happens.



"Soaking wet?!"





A Tidbit:

“Are you even listening to me?” She yells.

“God damn. Yes. Candles: Scented or unscented. I like the idea of candles but sometimes too many scented gives me a headache. So, why not one scented candle and the rest unscented?” I’m washing and drying dishes- and on top of that being verbally abused. I’m like a single mother with an alcoholic boyfriend.

“You are always off in la la land when I try to talk to you about serious stuff. I feel like you are cheating on me with your imagination.”

Isn’t my girlfriend cute?