Go Me!

30 straight days of blogging,

I wish I could offer some words of wisdom on this auspicious occassion, but I just woke up from a sound sleep to write this.

I shall reflect further later.

Much quicker post than I expected - just saw that there is a planned outage on blogger in 20 minutes.

I have drugs - yay!

I won a big package of neutral fabric in a quilt shop sweepstakes - yay!

And I had the best shrimp poboy and fried mushrooms in the world for dinner - YAY!

The finest contribution Cajuns have made to the world was putting fried shrimp on french bread and slathering it with mayonaisse. Not healthy, but Oh, so tasty!

I think you should all visit South Louisiana just to experience it.

So. Here I Am

I've enjoyed this month of blogging daily, but I think I would have enjoyed it more if was feeling a little bit better. What is the point of hormones, anyhow, huh? Bring on menopause, I say!

(Of course, I shouldn't say that too loudly, because with the way my year has gone, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if that was happening, even if it is too early)

I'm out of my happy pills, if you can't tell already. I took the last one on Sunday and called my doctor yesterday. The pharmacy still doesn't have the prescription ready. I only take them every other day anyway, so I was OK until this afternoon. That's when the physical stuff started. Now, I've read people having really bad reactions to missing doses of antidepressants and antianxiety drugs. Mine are mild, just like little shocks of vertigo that last only a few seconds. It is annoying, though.

But the other stuff is more noticible to me (of course it could be all in my head - ha!). I find that I get more anxious than usual (which, since I'm taking them for anxiety, makes sense). Everytime my boss asked my co-worker into his office and closed his door, I convinced myself that I was about to be fired. This was despite the fact that we just talked about the fact that I would be the only one in the office over the holidays, and after he gave me a new project. I did the whole self-talk thing I worked on in therapy and got myself more rational, but still.

And I was really hoping to start going off these things in January. I'm just afraid that I won't be be able to handle the anxiety flaring up on a regular basis for no apparent reason. Maybe if I do go off it later next year, I can see my therapist for a little bit of a tune-up. I should see if he accepts my insurance.

The therapy thing was good for me, you know. This was the second time I tried it. Last time, the guy kept trying to have me do flow charts and bar graphs and other stuff a math-averse person like me doesn't want to see. With this guy, it was all about words. Oh, he threw in a few percentges to make a point, but there were no equations involved, so I could deal with that.

This wasn't the post I had planned, but I guess it needed to be said.

Oh, and on a completely unrelated and happier note, I finished a whole quilt top, border and all! That is the furthest I have ever gotten with a quilt. Granted, it is more wall hanging or a baby doll quilt, but I'm still pretty darned proud of myself. As soon as the templates I ordered come, I can move on to the next phase.

Really?

Just, really? People don't treat their children this well. I am deeply disturbed, and I will probably have nightmares of cats tonight. If I wake up wheezing, I shall sue the paper.

Question

For all of you writers (or readers) out there:

If you had a longish piece of fiction with two equally important main characters, how horrible would it be to use multiple points of view in different parts of the story if it is clear who's point of view is what?

Clear as mud, huh?

I'm asking this because as I've been thinking more about the story idea I mentioned several days ago, I've realized that each of the main characters brings a unique and important viewpoint to the plot, and certain parts would be best told from one POV or the other.

So, to the writers, would just the thought of doing that place this work in the unreadable drivel category? Would an editorial assistant see that in a prospectus letter and throw it immediately on the rejection pile?

To the readers, how much would such a device annoy you assuming the transitions are clear but not intrusive on the story?

And yes, that deep post is still coming. Maybe tomorrow. Depends on how I feel (still have a touch of the ickiness, but if history is any indicator, I'll be better tomorrow) and how much I have to do at work

I feel icky. I'm having female issues today. The only problem with PMS for me is that I don't ever seem to get to the M. I just have to deal with the PS. That probably isn't good, huh?

I went to Michael's today. Word to the wise - never, ever go there the Sunday after Thanksgiving. It was crazy. And the cashiers, at least one of them, was horrible. I was in line before she turned her light out, then her supervisor said no more customers after me. Well, she just stopped ringing the person in front of me, and stared at me. Now, I obnly had four items. It wasn't like I would have caused her to be there forever. Then the teenage girl she was ringing up while her mother looked at poinsettias, started staring at me like I had two heads. If I had been feeling better, I might have made an issue of it, but I didn't because I just couldn't deal. Instead, I switched lanes. Then just as I got in line, the cashier turned her light off. Fortunately, she said that I was her last customer. It took forever to get throught the line, though.

Tomorrow, as there is nothing going on, I shall write a highly reflective entry about the nature of confronting oneself with unpleasant truth. But for tonight, I shall take some Advil and some Benadryl and go to sleep.

Whew!

Made it! I had a heck of a time getting Blogger to load.

I do have something serious I want to write about, but it will wait till the morrow.

But I do want to say, remind me never to buy thread at the fabric store here. It cost four times what it costs at Wal-Mart for identical thread. I didn't realize it until I got home, though I did think the price at checkout was higher than I expected. I didn't think much of it, because my math skills are seriously suspect.

I think I shall return the thread tomorrow.

Today at work I watched X-Men III and marked my fabric squares. It was a little slow. In fact, I was the only one in. I wouldn't have been there either, but somebody had to be, and I'm low person on the totem pole. But a lot of the state governments we deal with were closed, and who knows what was going on with the feds. And my guess is that the capture managers for the proposals I'm currently supporting were out today as well. Sigh.

I bought my dress for the Christmas party. I had to buy it online because they didn't have it in the store. I hope it fits OK. I'm not worried about the cut, because it is typical of things I usually buy and look good in. I just don't know how this designer's sizes run.

I bought earrings on Wednesday as well. Now all I have to find are shoes, a purse, and maybe a necklace. I may just wear my good fake pearls, though.

I found the exact shoes I want on line, but first of all, they are $40, and second, I'm a little leery of buying shoes online.

Only 6 more days left of NaBloPoMo. I'm glad of that. I enjoy blogging, but I don't think I can make it a daily habit. But I think I can make writing a daily habit. And I shall do that.

Tomorrow, I plan to try to find shoes and go to the movies.

I fell asleep. Like, 5 hours ago. After sleeping until almost noon. Sigh.

I think my thyroid is low again. I should call my doctor and get it checked.

I will leave you with this thought:

Thanksgiving means giving thanks to God. (from a Girl Scout project I did a looooooong time ago that involved gluing dried beans and popcorn to a little wood plaque)

Happy Thanksgiving, all.

I did sleep the sleep of the dead last night. Fell asleep around 8:30, woke up at 11:30, then went back to sleep at around 1:30 and slept until 10:30 this morning. Yeah, I was sleepy. I think it might have been the 750 different products the stylist used on my hair yesterday.

I will write more later, as I have nothing to do until someone contacts me for help. But I will leave you with another picture.

This is home. With geese. I don't know the Post-Gazette photographer who snapped it, but he made me homesick.

I am very tired.

When Boss lets me go, I shall take some Benadryl and sleep the sleep of the dead for 8 hours or so.

Got my hair cut today. It's a little shorter than what I wanted, and she used a flat iron, which I hate, but it's pretty good. I have to say, though, that there is nothing more decadent than having someone wash your hair.

Quilt top is done, except for the border. Need to get fabric for that.

Have to go edit a proposal, now. Will you miss me while I'm gone?

I just realized...

...just how late it is. Yikes!

Boss let me go home early today. I don't know what time he made it in, but I know it was after 3. Have I mentioned that I love my job?

I've been working on my little quilt since I got home, and the quilt top is almost done, except for the border. I need to go get fabric and a rotary cutter before I can do that part. I'm pretty proud of myself.

I swear, I will write something substantial tomorrow.

I leave you with a picture of a cute kitty.

I'm too tired of writing to write much right now. Though I do wish I could have figured out how to work "rite" and "wright" into that last sentence, Buecause dude, that would have been awesome.

I promise a longer post tomorrow.

I''ve several hours...

...left at work before I can go home.  Sigh.  What a way to spend a Saturday.  But at least it means I won't have to work tomorrow.

 

I have four out of six strips done for a wall hanging quilt I am making.  Next step will be to join the strips.

 

Guess I'll go back to my master now.  Have a lovely Saturday evening, kids.

It is November 17th. And I am burned out on daily blogging.

Oh, I'll not be giving up. I made a commitment, and I'll see it through. But my life is just too dull to account for a daily entry.

Actually, that's not true. It's just that the interesting stuff happens at work, and I can't write about that. It's hard to work for a government contractor.

sigh.

I broke two nails today. At this rate, I won't be able to get that manicure for the Christmas party.

sigh.

I have another story idea in my head. I'm choosing not to share anything about this one, however. The characters just started talking to me, and I'm not ready to share them with the world yet.

I really wish I could go on retreat. Just having time away from real life to rediscover my connection to the Big Guy would be a good thing. Alas, it isn't possible right now.

I'm debating about whether or not to turn the heat on. It's a little cold tonight.

Oh Deer!

No time to write, but go read this and this. On the first link, be sure to watch the photo sequence.

What's up with this?

With Apologies to William Carlos Williams...

This is just to say
my posts will be woefully
short this week.
Forgive me.
Work has got me
pulling my hair out.

I worked until 1 a.m. last night after not sleeping at all the night before. Forgive me if I am a little punchy.

I did meet my boss's boyfriend, though. He's a cutie. And very domestic. He has a dog and a half (one of them belongs to my boss, but lives at his house - more on that in a minute), both of whom are adorable. I ate black bean soup so I wouldn't offend him, even though I hate beans.

My boss has another dog, who we took back to the office. She is a pit bull, which is why his other dog lives with his boyfriend. She and I bonded last night. She is just so sweet. She wouldn't leave my side last night, and when I finally went home, my boss said she sat by the door and looked for me to come back and whined.

Sigh. I love dogs, but I'm allergic to them. I ended up with hives last night and took Benadryl, which knocked me out totally. I slept through my alarm going off for two hours this morning.

I'm going to sleep now. I still feel like I got hit with a truck.

I Just Want to Say...

...that people who have served our country bravely in the military should never be required to write anything, ever. They've served their time. They deserve a break.

So do those of us who have to edit their writing.

That is all.