You alllll hate me.

Tonight, I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that good genes, a strict skin care regiment, and an awesome costume will let you successfully trick-or-treat at age 31. I will repeat this experiment next year, and each year after that, in order to conduct a fully scientific study. (Of course, the ability to be mistaken for a teenager helps.)

If you didn't hate me enough, gas in my area is down to $1.959 a gallon. Yes, I can fill my car for around $25.00. Grovel before me, mere mortals. My fuel is relatively reasonably priced!

Off to shower now. Eyeliner was NOT meant to be used as lipstick OR eyebrow pencil, and it needs to come off.

It's the Great Omen, Charlie Brown!

When the frost is on the punkin
And the comet fills the sky
And the Great Pumpkin Empire rises
Then you and I will die.

This has been running through my head all frickin' day. I think it's a sign that not only is Halloween near, but I haven't remotely reached my fill of horror movies. While I'm sure Charles Schultz would have a coronary at the idea of the Great Pumpkin rising to signal the end of the world, it makes perfect sense to me. Seriously, has anyone ever checked Linus for birthmarks? He's a weird little kid at the best of times. There's no telling what he's really up to.

Must get back to editing. I'm under orders to take my time so I don't work myself to death (literally), but I want to get through the stuff that works so I can meander along with everything that doesn't.

The medication seems to be doing something. Not a lot yet, and it'll take another few weeks to really work, but I ran errands today and don't feel ready to die. I've put all my bras in the washer to ensure that I don't leave the house again, but I'm still human. This is definitely a good thing. Now if the mould spore would just die forever....

Off to work!

My short story, "In The Flesh," has been published at a brand-new webzine, Drops of Crimson. Go read, then email Jenn (the editor) to let her know how awesome a job she did. The site looks great, and I'm frothing to get to read all the stories.

Go! Now!

Dose #2

I feel urpy. :(

So totally going to bed. Possibly with a bucket. Doesn't help that the side effects kicked in properly today. I spent most of the day afraid to eat for fear of reverse seconds.

Word to the wise: avoid lupus at all costs.

Urgh.

Chemotherapy, I has it but I don't think I wants it. Pls be sending David Tennant in an apron and nary else.

(Don't panic, it's lupus chemo, not cancer chemo. Is it too much to hope for the "less common and/or rare" side effect of weight loss?)

Kitty!

I feel like butt, but the weather is perfectly cold and rainy, and I'm snuggling a stinky kitty. =)

So my tastes are weird. Shut up. :P

Still Alive

I'm still alive. Been busy with work and writing and knitting and lupus, though, and I just haven't had much time for the Intarweb. I've got a bunch of emails to get back to (sorry, Ingrid and Linda!), so with luck I'll get to do that later in the week. I'm in the middle of a lupus flare, though, so I may just sleep until Wednesday.

Must go and eat something. I slept until almost noon, slept again from 4:00 to 8:00, and will probably pass out again within the hour. Lupus really is an annoying condition. Between pain and exhaustion, it's hard to want to do anything right now.