So ‘the plan’ was to have Fallout finished by today. You know what they say about the best laid plans…..
Yep, Fallout is not finished but I’m thinking (read: hoping and crossing everything I can) I’ll have it done by next Sunday. A week behind schedule isn’t too bad and I’m sure it won’t blow the rest of my writing year out of whack (again I’m crossing everything I can).
Ever had a PJ day? You would be surprised at the number of people who look at me like I’m a weirdo when I mention having them. The tribe and I used to do it all the time when they were little. We’d lounge around in our PJs doing f*ck all and being general slobs watching TV and eating junk we probably shouldn’t. They’re the best days. I still do them without the tribe.
Today is one.
I’d love to say I decided to have one just because but alas, no. I’m having one because yesterday I had dental surgery. I’m on pain meds, anti-swelling meds and antibiotics. There are stitches in my mouth. Don’t ask how many, I didn’t ask, I don’t want to know. I can’t eat or drink anything hot or cold. Yep, that’s right, everything I consume has to be at room temp. I’m also not supposed to talk for three days.
WTF?!
You’d think that would be easy. It’s not like I leave the tower and Mr.C might be here but I didn’t think we talked all that much. Apparently we do.
AND IT HURTS!!
Like a f*cking baseball bat to the jaw!
Nothing better than pain to remind me to shut my mouth. 😥
It’s better today. Then again, that might be the pain meds. 🙄
And because I’m in pain and it’s release week you totally should go buy Flyboy to cheer me up. 😛
