It's an embarrassment of riches at my place.

The cat won't stop crying for attention, it's flurrying out so the roads are a mess, and I currently have no voice but have to go to my call center job in an hour. (The crappy thing is, I think I would still have a voice if it weren't for the call center stuff, but instead of resting my sore throat I had to keep talking and talking and TALKING. Ugh.)

And I can't call in sick, so it's off to work I go!

*sigh*

The only thing I have to look forward to is that I have this weekend to rest, but it means I'm going to have to turn down Jess's offer to come out to the bar again. Ugh, my throat is conspiring against me. It's kind of hilarious on one hand, because the louder I get the funnier it sounds, but the problem is that I have to whisper or my entire voice just shuts right down. I totally knew it was going when I went to bed last night, too, because I spent the entire night gasping for air and making whistling sounds when I coughed.

Eh, let's see if the steam from a hot shower helps any. (It might, and tea with honey too, but talking on the phone all day is just going to thwart the hell out my efforts.)

I'll never take lozenges again!

So I went into work with my sad excuse for a scratchy barely-there voice and ended up getting put on the data-entry sort of stuff I'm going to be doing starting next week. Aaaaand then about halfway through the day they brought out a bunch of people in training to listen to us take calls, except for me, YAY! I really don't want to be listened to, you guys. I'm terrible on the phone, or at least I already feel like I am as it is without people looking over my shoulder and silently critiquing me.

But this weekend I'm going to write!

Er, when I'm not at the bar.

(I'll only be at the bar Saturday night, honest!)

SO. I've got three things to worry about:

1. Timelines for Heroine Addiction
2. Edited chapters for The Grand Prize Winner
3. Writing something.

*sigh* This would be a lot easier with my netbook. ARGH, stupid adapter. I ordered another one and it's in the mail and why does the MAILMAN have my adapter and why is he not GIVING it to me? Hmph.

It's a decent question.

I was just staring at my cat and pondering what would happen if, in a Homeward Bound-esque situation, I moved across the country and the menagerie got left behind. Would they miss me so much they would make the long adventurous trek across our great land to find me? Would they hop trains and sneak into the back of pickups to reach me? Would they even ever find me again?

And then I realized:

-- That would require Otis to leave the house.

-- Dexter would be the only one to come looking for me because I'd know where to get dandelion drops, but would get lost spending all of his time scrambling away from people trying to pick him up.

-- Elliot would disappear the moment I drove away and would, within one short year, become our new adorable yet diabolical lord and master.

A new play on an old meme

If you could make me write anything for spn_j2_bigbang, what would it be?

(Yeah, I might be a little bit indecisive at the moment. Heh.)

EDIT: Gmail is giving me ads for transgender voice surgery. Uh, that might be my cue to stop talking back to the computer screen today.