Moanday

Yep its that time again people, the beginning of a new week and from the start it looks like this is going to be "one of those" weeks. Had to go to the post office to drop some stuff off. Got up to get dressed and get moving, the dogs were being thier "usual" selves so this getting ready took longer than expected.

Got myself done, the littliest dog in his crate (his name is Theodore, Sir Shitsalot for a reason) get outside and the weather once again pulled hte rug out from under me. All weekend it has been relatively mild. Not today, it's gray and overcast and in the 30s. Wait in line at the post office, and as I put my stuff up I realize I left an envelope at home. Mr. Cutie postal worker (and he is a cutie, not hunky, not sexy, but a real cutie) says "thats ok we'll still be open later." Sorry Mr Cutie, I refuse to go back out again today.

Come home and find that littliest monster needs an addition to his name. We need to ad Huidini to it. He was waiting at the door with the other two barking their fool heads off, "Mommy's home! Mommy's home!" Amazingly nothing was destroyed, marked, or messed in anyway...insert apporpriate shocked expressions here.

Now it's time to open the files and work. Not going to happen. Each time there is a change in the weather my head decides to explode from the inside outward. Pounding head and my writing music don't make a good mix...kinda like drinking and driving or playing russian roulette.

Each book I write has a sound track ( I think I've said this before?) Well with Ember's Flame its a very odd combination: Cher, Tonic, Bon Jovi, Aaron Tippin, Mozart, Vivaldi and Ozzy Osbourne. Umm yeah an odd combination to begin with, right? well for me music can't just be a soft undertone. No, when I work it has to be at an ear-bleeding, sitting-near-the-speakers-at-a-concert-level. For some reason if its quiet in the house, or if low volume I can't concentrate. I'm so busy trying to figure out what the song is that I'm not tapped into the voices in my head.

On to other occasions. Over the weekend I appareantly had a very...interesting reaction to something. I have certain medications I take on a daily basis. I've been very ill the last few months but I have still stayed on my regime. Well Saturday night I was in bed extremely early for anyone, 7 pm. I took a phone call, took my meds and went back to bed. According to my family I began acting strangely, even for me...I was talking to and about baby fairies with purple wings, and I was watching them through my fingers which had taken on a transparent quality. I insisted on eating a peice of cake and washing it down with a glass of milk (odd as I refuse to drink plain white milk...ewww) I babbled on about things etc. When I woke up on Sunday I had no memory of any of this. They told and I was convinced they were teasing me, a bit of comic releif after the past several months. I watched my DH's face, a look of grave concern was etched there (another oddity) so I'm now sure that what they said was true. There's got to be a book in this experience somewhere and I WILL find it...

The head is beginning to pound like a huge bass drum so I'm off. May you all have a good week and come back soon!

Huggles and Happy Reading!
Donica