Baked goods, bads, and morally ambiguouses.

2000 words written in the novel revision, so I suppose that means I'm feeling better. Granted, it was exposition-heavy and lumpy in places, but I'll have another revision before I send it to anyone, so it'll do. (Besides, it's part of the How It All Went To Hell bit of the story. Tough to avoid exposition there.)

I think the main thing I hate about being sick -- other than the way my body tried to produce enough mucus for the next year all at once -- is how much of a waste it is. I feel that if I'm taking the day off from work, I should be doing something useful with it (like writing), rather than lying in bed going "glaaaah." I should be getting laundry and dishes and useful chores done, not discovering that thanks to the cold medicine, I no longer have an attention span long enough to handle more than a comics page at once. (A page of text was right out.) I should be remembering and celebrating birthdays like 2h2o's and ethicsgradient's, not taking half an hour to eat a goddamned piece of toast.

So yeah, I rather resent losing this last week. At least now I'm up and thinking, and can take care of thomascantor if he catches what I had. Time to go get more chicken soup.

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.