dublin update

Gawd in nose-stuffy heaven. I keep trying to explain to this cold that I’m nearly out of cold medicine, so I ought to be nearly out of cold, but it’s not taking. I’ve been forced several times to buy more cold medicine, and I suspect it’s going to happen again.

The most annoying thing (in some sense, anyway) is that unlike normal colds where I don’t feel like eating anything for five days, I’ve been starving all the way through this one and so instead of losing weight I think I’ve gained a couple pounds. That’s *totally* unfair. I’ve been sick for three weeks. I should be skinny by now!

We are, or will be when I post this, in Dublin, where we are awaiting the arrival of the THUNDERBIRD FALLS manuscript, which was overnighted from New York last Thursday. The astute among you may note that this is something more than ‘overnight’, so far as delivery times go.

According to UPS, our address doesn’t exist. *exasperated look* Once we found that out, we sent them to Mom & Dad’s, which, with any luck, they will be able to find. Production gave us an extension. The copy edits are now due Friday. Thursday is going to be very busy, and by the end of it I expect I will hate the book a lot, since I’ll probably have to read it three times in twelve hours.

I’ve dyed my hair back to more or less its natural color, since I never actually intended to become a redhead in the first place. Right now I’m vaguely irritated with it in general, and the only thing keeping me from chopping it is the fact that I will have wasted five years of more or less constant hair-growing (I have done a couple of several-inch cuts in that time, so my hair is not nearly as long as it would be in five years if I hadn’t done that) leading up to X3 (which is going to suck) if I cut it now. I do not, however, have the slightest faith that re-Roguing it is going to go over well, with three different colors of hair dye in it. Perhaps I need to get Angie to come over in mid-May and we can do hair things together before the movie. :)

Right before Christmas I was feeling really energetic and excited about starting to lose weight again and starting to go to the gym. Just all full of vim and vigor and enthusiasm for the whole project. Three weeks of being sick has completely wasted that anticipation. I have some small hope that when I actually *feel* better it’ll resurface, but I’m thinking it’s probably going to take something more significant than just feeling well. Electroshock therapy, maybe.

All right. A five hundred word journal entry ought to be enough for my fingers to have gotten used to the idea of typing. No need to turn this into another Marvel-rant-length mini-epic. The only other thing I’ve got to say is yesterday a raven (or a crow; we’re still debating which species exactly the bigger black birds hopping around here are) stuck his head down our chimney and cawed and clucked and hollered for a while, evidently because he liked the echoes so well.

That’s all, then.

miles to Mount Doom: 322
ytd wordcount: 13,300