Happy birthday to corwinok!
Tongue tingly. Brain weird.
Neurologist appointment this afternoon. At which point it will be decided whether I will go on more Trileptal or try a new medication. Argh.
Please take part in this important poll. It is for science.
So far, it is being conclusively proven that I am right and that docorion is indeed a crack monkey.
And yes, I know that they're actually a fungus. But they count as a veggie when they are on my dinner plate, dammit. They're only a condiment when they're on pizza.
And those of you who hate mushrooms - you are dead to me. *sob*
EDIT: And docorion is stuffing the godsdamned ballot box. *fume* *glares at him through two stories of the building* *resolves to kick his butt in three hours*
Win a copy of the latest anthology kickass enough to contain murnkay's work!
How, you ask?
Tell him tales of meat.
Spring break is over. Miss Kid is back at school. Thank the gods. Because, as much as I love her, a week-plus with not. one. second. of kid-free time was driving me up the wall.
I note that the one thing most of the successful writers on my friendslist have in common is that they are childless... is it just me and shellefly who have spawned?
Adam is safe in Baltimore. Yay Adam!
(Must ask him if I can use his real name here.) docorion is taking excellent care of me. Making me eat. And nap.
And, um, there's other stuff. Hee! Yum. :)