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[squeequeg]

Called in sick yesterday due to a persistent nausea and queasiness. As is usually the case when I call in sick, I felt better about two hours later and then felt guilty for wasting a sick day. However, since I'm still kind of nauseous (and am going in to work anyway; can we say "macho idiot"?) I don't feel too bad about taking the day off.

While the nausea could be blamed on the campaign season, it certainly isn't the result of the election. Hell yeah! I believe the next item on my cosmic wish list was either a pony or impeachment, so I'll start stocking up on hay and oats and tar and feathers. If nothing else, I could stick feathers on the pony.

As a result of calling in sick, I managed to finish the first draft of the new novel. It's, well, bad. It's currently a lot of plot bits and shiny things held together with string and spittle. But I think with one good overhaul, it might be ready for critique (which will, of course, result in more overhauls, all for the better). In the meantime, there are short stories to revise.

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[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Well, it was the result of a conversation that started with "IM IN SUMERIA BUILDIN UR ZIGGURATS" so that's not off the mark.

And thanks. With any luck I'll have it in readable form soon.