Yesterday was like this:
Received comp copies of Hide and Seek. Shiny!
Realized, out of the blue, that after carefully designing, printing, folding, labeling, stamping, and mailing Samhain cards, that I forgot to sign the damn things.
Rain! It’s raining! Not a lot, though. Wish it would rain buckets and put out the fires.
Decided at 4:30 p.m. that I was depressed and didn’t want to go to the party without Ken, dammit, pout. Got over it.
Helped with party prep, enjoyed party immensely. All the pictures of me are on Morgana and Brian’s camera, though.
Today is like this:
Woke up at 7 a.m. with, well, the heaviest period (by far) I’ve had in 15 years. Me, amazed, “It’s like Carrie! Happy Halloween!” Decided to stay in bed, skip today’s party (which means I get to munch on a veggie platter for a week), and cocoon.
Dammit, why is it sunny? It should be overcast or, even better, raining.
Oooh. Bath. Mmm.
Cannot function. Attempt napping. I am the world’s worst napper. Before and after attempted nap (some sleep did, astonishingly, occur), read The House With the Clock in Its Walls by John Bellairs, which terrified me as a child. Not so terrifying now, but quite a wonderful book. Bonus: It’s illustrated by Edward Gorey. Must now acquire all John Bellairs’ books.
Mindless TV = good.
Work on RWA proposal. Start new anthology story. Answer e-mail. Not an entirely unproductive day.
Sleep now. Imperative.
Currently Reading: Blood Trail, Tanya Huff
Lately Listened To: zzzzz
Recently Watched: Ghost Hunters