Two Exits, No Waiting

Food poisoning yesterday. Absolutely trashed me. As Robin Williams put it, "Your body says, 'Everybody out! Two exits, no waiting!'" Nine hours of that! And then I could barely move. The wife picked me up to take me to her house and take care of me. She had to help me get dressed. A Powerade did wonders for me. That and many, many hours of sleep. I still had to call out of work today, just walking the dog put me back in bed for hours. I'm feeling much better now and should be back at it tomorrow.

I just sent out The Dog Planet. That's number 88 of The One-Thousand. I'd write more, but I've got a bazillion things to catch up on and it wouldn't surprise me if more sleep was one of them.

Call Me Butter, Cuz I Am On A Roll

85: The Song of the Modular Men

86: The South Rises Again

I told you it was going to get stupid. But I've got to get to some serious writing. Besides the story I'm working on, Fiction Crawler is long overdue.

But Sleepy Time now.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .

Just Skip To The Good Part

If you want to avoid all the crappy boring stuff, just skip to the video at the bottom. You've been warned.

The weekend. The wife was up at 4 am and I at 5 am to make breakfast for two-hundred people for the PTO's breakfast with Santa. Save for the part about getting three hours sleep, it was kind of fun. I had a brief Lileks moment. Understand that because of the way these meals had to be served, we had to package them individually, as if they would be purchased for take-out. The little packages of syrup we included were not labeled "maple syrup" but instead labeled "table syrup" and I pictured the stuff inside being refined from the sap of freshly squeezed tables.

Then a quick trip to the wife's house, walk the dogs, and off to the five hour parenting class, which made watching paint dry seem like downhill racing. Suddenly it was dark again and my daughter needed to get to my computer for a couple hours for a science project. Dropped her off, came back, started working on something for the Sofa. The wife called, this was like midnight now, and we had to talk out some stuff so I went over there, talked it out, got a couple hours sleep, went home, slept for another forty-five minutes before being called into work early.

You can imagine what a pleasant mood I was in by that time. I don't totally remember what happened last night (I know there was driving involved), but I had to go to the Dreaded Monday Morning Meeting today, and after errands and my quarterly visit with Dad (Who, as a veteran who fought at Pearl Harbor, was bumming because he received very little mention in yesterday's paper on the sixty-seventh anniversary of the attack), I went home and slept and slept. My son came home from school and after our post-school meet and greet I went back to sleep. Then supper, library with daughter, and now, at 10:20 pm, I'm thinking I'm going to sleep again. This is normally very early for me. It's partly about catching up on three night's of lost sleep, partly trying to wash the memory of the weekend away.

I'm posting this, because it's one of my favorites for Christmas. Hall and Oates got intentionally goofy here and the video is as much fun as the song:

A Few Of My Favorite Addictions:

I wrote these in the order that they came to me, so they’re probably close to their order of importance. That’s not something I’m proud of, but it does explain the circumstances of my life.

1. Food (More specifically: Fats, Carbs, Sugars) (Most specifically: Cheeseburgers)
2. Porn
3. Sleep
4. Ideas (The wilder, the better.)
5. Love (I bet you didn’t expect me to get all sappy here did you?)
6. The Written Word
7. Washing my hands (Which should really be #3 when you consider #2)
8. Comics
9. Science Fiction
10. Surfing (the non-physical kind, which goes without saying if you’ve ever looked at me. See also #1.). This surfing covers everything besides #2

Notice that I get my base physical cravings out of the way early on, then work on intellectual and emotional needs.

What are your addictions? Write them down in the order they come to you. Maybe it’ll help explain your life. Not that you’ll do anything about it, but wouldn’t it be nice to know?

Sleepy Time Soon

My brain isn't working so well right now. I'm crashing in mere minutes. Yes, this is very early for me.

I finished up a new short story yesterday called "Unit One" and sent it off to my first readers. Depending on what they tell me, I'll tinker with it on Thursday or more and send it off to find a home in the publication wilds of the Northeast. Then and only then will it take its place at number fifty-nine of The One-Thousand.

I've broken down the hairy mess known as "Twilight in Mumbai" into more chapters to make it easier to wrangle. I've gone from five insane megachapters (don't ask me what I was thinking) to seventeen chapters. I'll jump back into that fun tomorrow.

Good Night all.