A few facts.

I know there hasn't been an update in awhile, it's been sort of busy around here.

Since I last posted:

1. Discovered that the horrific mood, inability to sleep and panic attacks were being caused by my antibiotics. So I stopped taking them. Even so, it was a shitty week.

2. I thought I was finally over the sinus infection, and now I have this godawful post-nasal cough that's totally killing me. I'm exhausted, taking everything I can think of, but the cough won't stop. This is seriously getting old. Everytime I get better, or close to it, someone else gets me sick. Granted, I'm not as sick as I could be (Puck and Laura had high fevers and more flu-like symptoms, but my flu shot seems to have protected me from most of that).

3. Work is picking up again. It's finally sunk in to those in charge that they have to let me learn to do things if they want me to you know, be doing them. Crazy concept, no?

4. I'm reading something really great, courtesy of blergeatkitty: Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin. I was dubious, but as I trust her taste implicitly I figured I could at least give it 50 pages. 120 pages later, I can barely put it down. I'm really digging Giffin's prose style. She's not afraid to be smart, or to turn the genre that she might be lumped into onto its ear. More when I am (a) Further along and (b) feeling better.

5. Coughing makes it hard to concentrate.

6. I turn 27 in about 10 days. Yipe.

Now I'm going to attempt to sleep. Wish me luck.

A few facts.

I know there hasn't been an update in awhile, it's been sort of busy around here.

Since I last posted:

1. Discovered that the horrific mood, inability to sleep and panic attacks were being caused by my antibiotics. So I stopped taking them. Even so, it was a shitty week.

2. I thought I was finally over the sinus infection, and now I have this godawful post-nasal cough that's totally killing me. I'm exhausted, taking everything I can think of, but the cough won't stop. This is seriously getting old. Everytime I get better, or close to it, someone else gets me sick. Granted, I'm not as sick as I could be (Puck and Laura had high fevers and more flu-like symptoms, but my flu shot seems to have protected me from most of that).

3. Work is picking up again. It's finally sunk in to those in charge that they have to let me learn to do things if they want me to you know, be doing them. Crazy concept, no?

4. I'm reading something really great, courtesy of blergeatkitty: Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin. I was dubious, but as I trust her taste implicitly I figured I could at least give it 50 pages. 120 pages later, I can barely put it down. I'm really digging Giffin's prose style. She's not afraid to be smart, or to turn the genre that she might be lumped into onto its ear. More when I am (a) Further along and (b) feeling better.

5. Coughing makes it hard to concentrate.

6. I turn 27 in about 10 days. Yipe.

Now I'm going to attempt to sleep. Wish me luck.