Proof of slightly alive

Monday night, when we went to bed, we decided to leave a window open to produce perfect sleepin’ weather in the room. Tuesday morning I woke up with a cold– one of those things where there’s no getting sick process, just oh, I guess I’m sick.

I got home from work on Tuesday and went to bed. Immediately. I woke up at 3:45 AM and called in sick then went back to bed until about 45 minutes ago, when my family got home and I moved into the living room. I doubt it will be more than another couple of hours until I’m in bed again.

Whee.

In which I literally can’t believe this shit

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So, in theory I have to have heard of Jacob Wohl before yesterday, or at least become aware of his existence, because I already had him blocked on Twitter.  But … surely, surely the combination of this unbelievably fucking dumb story and the person claiming to be President insisting that we are under an existential threat because of the existence of a small band of starving refugees a thousand miles away from the US border, we’re at least going to have a brief reprieve on Republican idiocy before it gets worse again?  For a couple of weeks, at least?  Please?  I know full well that the two rules of Republicans are They Always Get Worse and They Only Get Worse.  I literally wrote those two rules.  But does the slope have to be constant?  Can we get a fucking break, please, just for a minute, before you idiot fuckweasels step on your dicks in public again?

I feel like I ought to be able to send these motherfuckers a bill for the brain cells I’ve lost since becoming aware of them.

At any rate.  I’ve been quiet around here for the last couple of days, mostly because I’ve been trying my damnedest to spend every available second asleep, and I still feel like I have a month of sleep deprivation to catch up on.  If I’m doing NaNoAnything I don’t seem to have started yet, and if it weren’t for the fact that I have an outside chance of actually passing up last year’s traffic numbers I’d seriously think about taking a hiatus at least until after the election.  I’ve already voted, so I think I’m probably justified in burying my head in whatever sand might be nearby until after the horrorshow is over.

But, y’know, as usual, anytime I say “I won’t be posting for a while!” the next post is 3000 words.  So.

It is 7:56 PM

…and this is basically the first time I’ve sat down all day today.  We are putting the boy to bed in a few minutes.  It has been a long day.

Go ahead; guess how long I’m going to last after that.

(Tomorrow after work I’m setting up for Hall of Heroes Con!  Come see me!)

Too tired to live

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G01Ye_s-200x150I’m exhausted.

I am sitting in front of the TV with my laptop in my lap and a highly uncharacteristic glass of wine sitting on the end table next to me.  We’re watching Season 2 of Jessica Jones, which I’ve really had trouble paying close attention to.  We’ve got like three episodes left and I’m just not feeling it right now.

I dunno; I started this post hoping if I rattled on for a while something interesting would fall out but I don’t appear to have it in me right now.  Writing in general has been much more like pulling teeth than usual lately– in fact, now that I’ve had a tooth pulled and know how simple it is I may need to come up with a new metaphor.  I’ve got another con coming up in a few weeks– I’ll be at IndyPopCon again, have I mentioned that?– and I’m hoping it’ll get the creative juices flowing again.  We’ll see, I suppose.

In the meantime, this glass of wine ain’t drinking itself.  I’m not sure who’s going to drink it because I kind of hate wine but it’s definitely not going to drink itself.

Anybody read any good books lately?  Recommend something.