08
Jan
Sickly goth with Devilbunny.
Gothic Charm School: pretty things
Fine Folk
Esquire Theme by Matthew Buchanan
Social icons by Tim van Damme
08
Jan
Sickly goth with Devilbunny.
25
Nov
Remember how I said “It’s probably just allergies” about my scratchy throat? Guess who was wrong? Ugh.
12
Nov
Your Auntie Jilli called in sick to work, and is flopped on the couch in her skelly pjs, with a heating pad on her abdomen. Ah, the joys of womanhood.
But the RealHusband gave me an early birthday present, so I will while away a few hours watching the Tim Burton Dark Shadows movie. More silly vampires, yaaaay!
16
Oct
Send tea, chicken soup, gingerbread cookies, all of the Beetlejuice cartoons, and lots of pain killers. Stupid flu. But hey, I’m getting it out of the way NOW, so maybe I won’t fall prey to any con crud post Steamcon, right?
(Did I mention that I’m able to eat gluten again? Yeah, thanks to some serious medication changes, I am no longer allergic to gluten! Mmmm, real bread. )
Wow, I feel wretched.
15
Oct
dirk—striders—zombie—rump said: It’s a shame I can’t give you some of the veggie casserole I’m cooking right now :(
Oh, that sounds lovely. Where is our teleportation technology when we need it?
puddingcannonstudios said: But who will make snarky comments about tech pubs in your absence?
Oh, I have complete faith in the rest of my team being able to hold up the snark. It’s one of the reasons I really like my team.
candlestickcandy said: Take it easy today! I didn’t take a day off when I was sick and ended up being sick for a week. Hope you feel better! :c
I am *hoping* I will be able to return to the office tomorrow. But I don’t know how likely that is. Bleah. But thank you for your kind wishes!
16
May
I have been outbid on the pink vinyl pressing of the Bela Lugosi’s Dead single. Woe! But someday I will get my ring-covered hands on one, oh yes.
05
May
Dear migraine that has veered all day between stabbing pain, brain fog, and nausea: I HAD PLANS FOR TODAY, DAMMIT.
14
Jan
There are times when I feel like I embody every horrible wanna-be writer cliche. Especially as I sit here, staring at the unfinished draft of my novel, trying to figure out why on earth I thought I could write fiction. Words gone, ahahahaha.
These feelings will pass, I know this. But right now, it’s kind of awful in my brain.
