I'm having a bit of the "What the heck should I write about tonight" thoughts... but feeling like I should write something... anything!
It's been absolutely crazy at work these past few weeks. The new magazine is finally ready to go 
to print, and we will see it off the presses tomorrow. It's exhilarating and scary all at the same time. We've been working so hard, that I'm not sure any of us have any functioning grey matter left - but the magazine looks pretty good, so I guess it was all to a good cause.
to print, and we will see it off the presses tomorrow. It's exhilarating and scary all at the same time. We've been working so hard, that I'm not sure any of us have any functioning grey matter left - but the magazine looks pretty good, so I guess it was all to a good cause. The only thing I've wanted to do this past week is hole up in my room with a good air conditioner, a box of Kleenex and some industrial strength NyQuil! Yah... had the dreaded cold. I'm fighting back from it now, though. Just a persistent tickle in my nose that makes me feel on the constant verge of sneezing. Otherwise the general loopy, detached feeling has gone, so I can't complain too much. It was fun trying to remain coherent at work - what with the general loss of brain cells to begin with, add to that my decreased mental state due to the cold - or sinus infection or whatever the heck it was - I was pretty dopey. I managed to get through it though, and only succumbed to the need for cold medicine twice - so it clearly couldn't have been that bad. (Though I felt like it at the time). Now if my dumb nose would just quit with the tickling, already!
And, can we talk for a minute about this heat?! Sheesh! At 2 in the morning I still find myself tossing & turning, unable to find a comfortable position largely due to the fact that it's so dad-gummed hot! Humid as heck... UUUURRRRGGGHHHH! I hate being sticky!
Guess it was whiner nite on my laptop and I didn't realize it before I started this entry. Sorry 'bout that. Well - who can a person complain to if not the scores of admirers on the Internet? I mean, really!
Not much else to report on at the moment - so I'll sign off early for now. Perhaps something inspiring will come to me in my sleep. At the very least I can hope for the return of my lost brain. You didn't happen to see it around, did you? Well... if you happen to stumble across it, could you please just point it toward home. It's been missed this week, and I don't relish the idea of getting through another without it again.
