How blue is my room
Nov. 5th, 2007 12:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceBleah. Feel really crap today; either that flu jab did give me flu, or else I have BitterCon crud. Which hardly seems fair, in the circs (and is giving me conniptions for this upcoming week, when we revive the play: how can I lie prone supine for an hour and a half unmoving, if I keep needing to sneeze and cough and blow my nose? Urgh...).
Due - I assert - to illness-feeling, there have been no Roman triumphs today, page-wise; I've only written a couple. But I did work through the short story for tonight's reading at the Blue Room, giving it a new title and a little more edge, taking out a wee bit flab. And then I did watch The Empire Strikes Back, 'cos you have to, I think.
And I made a wonderful pork, chilli and potato soup, to address the coldy symptoms; but I made two days' worth, and neglected to turn the heat off while I ate today's portion, so went back into the kitchen after and barely saved the pan, couldn't alas save the soup. Sigh. This is how I burn things: not in the making, just in the forgetting that the heat is still on after.
And so down to the Blue Room, feeling rotten: but there were many friends there, which always makes me feel better. And the story went down well, and I sold half a dozen copies of Phantoms at the Phil vol two, and all of that is good; and there were other readers - Ian Horn and Ray Liversidge - and my old mate Steve Jinski played music after with his band, and all of that was good too.
And now I'm going to have a v hot bath and see if I can steam some of the crud out of my body before bed. Want bed...
Due - I assert - to illness-feeling, there have been no Roman triumphs today, page-wise; I've only written a couple. But I did work through the short story for tonight's reading at the Blue Room, giving it a new title and a little more edge, taking out a wee bit flab. And then I did watch The Empire Strikes Back, 'cos you have to, I think.
And I made a wonderful pork, chilli and potato soup, to address the coldy symptoms; but I made two days' worth, and neglected to turn the heat off while I ate today's portion, so went back into the kitchen after and barely saved the pan, couldn't alas save the soup. Sigh. This is how I burn things: not in the making, just in the forgetting that the heat is still on after.
And so down to the Blue Room, feeling rotten: but there were many friends there, which always makes me feel better. And the story went down well, and I sold half a dozen copies of Phantoms at the Phil vol two, and all of that is good; and there were other readers - Ian Horn and Ray Liversidge - and my old mate Steve Jinski played music after with his band, and all of that was good too.
And now I'm going to have a v hot bath and see if I can steam some of the crud out of my body before bed. Want bed...