I'm home, I'm home!
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI've also stopped throwing up! (Seriously, all weekend I've kept down a S'more, an ice cream cone, and half a multigrain bagel. Go me, I guess.)
But ... yes. I am now back home from Massachusetts (and to a lesser extent Portland, Maine, where we spent Saturday afternoon) so I did get my wish to get the hell out of town for a weekend. Granted, I forgot how lousy I am on long car rides when I'm not the driver, hence why I spent pretty much all of Friday afternoon and Saturday morning and half of Saturday afternoon running into bathrooms and ejecting my stomach contents. Urgh.
This means that I got absolutely no writing done this weekend whatsoever, although I did talk writing for a bit with Uncle Published Guy, which was a lot of fun since everybody else in my family goes into a daze when I start talking publishers and first drafts. But I didn't get my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
apocalyptothon first draft done, which ... urgh, I didn't do a damn thing on Heroine Addiction, and I didn't even get to touch my first draft of GPW for editing purposes.
And then for added fun, I came home to find a nice letter from the unemployment people telling me my time's almost up. Granted, I'm almost positive I'm getting the extension, but I've been sending out resumes like mad the past couple of weeks, so it's no wonder I'm walking around with tension headaches all the damn time.
Also, I saw Bella's coat on sale in a shop in Portland and laughed and nobody knew why. Yay for embarrassing myself in front of the family!
On the bright side, there was somebody at the dock with a bulldog puppy. I think I should be commended for not cramming the poor thing into my purse and making a run for it.
But ... yes. I am now back home from Massachusetts (and to a lesser extent Portland, Maine, where we spent Saturday afternoon) so I did get my wish to get the hell out of town for a weekend. Granted, I forgot how lousy I am on long car rides when I'm not the driver, hence why I spent pretty much all of Friday afternoon and Saturday morning and half of Saturday afternoon running into bathrooms and ejecting my stomach contents. Urgh.
This means that I got absolutely no writing done this weekend whatsoever, although I did talk writing for a bit with Uncle Published Guy, which was a lot of fun since everybody else in my family goes into a daze when I start talking publishers and first drafts. But I didn't get my
apocalyptothon first draft done, which ... urgh, I didn't do a damn thing on Heroine Addiction, and I didn't even get to touch my first draft of GPW for editing purposes. And then for added fun, I came home to find a nice letter from the unemployment people telling me my time's almost up. Granted, I'm almost positive I'm getting the extension, but I've been sending out resumes like mad the past couple of weeks, so it's no wonder I'm walking around with tension headaches all the damn time.
Also, I saw Bella's coat on sale in a shop in Portland and laughed and nobody knew why. Yay for embarrassing myself in front of the family!
On the bright side, there was somebody at the dock with a bulldog puppy. I think I should be commended for not cramming the poor thing into my purse and making a run for it.
