modular naughty bits

That is all.

I may not be a teenager any more, but I sure as hell haven't grown up.

Frustrations and noncompliance.

I still have the same sore throat/cough/congestion that I’ve been dealing with for-fucking-ever. Argh. I’ve been sleeping twelve hours a day and not getting any better.

And that sleep schedule makes it really fucking hard to take my meds twice a day like I’m supposed to. Wellbutrin makes it harder for me to fall asleep, so I don’t take it within a couple of hours of when I plan to go to bed. Then I ran out and ran into insurance problems. I did get a partial refill that will get me through Monday, by which time the insurance bullshit ought to be sorted.

So it’s been a shitty few days. I didn’t spend as much time with Cory as I might have otherwise, and I’ve been doing a whole lot of nothing. I did manage to get a Wordpress blog set up, and I did a crapload of behind-the-scenes stuff on all parts of my site (managed to fix the problem where trying to access sofiaviolet.com/foo without the trailing slash redirected to sofiaviolet.nfshost.com/foo/, and now I don’t have ten thousand files all called index.html), and I added little bits of stuff and fixed broken links at Auriel. Because that’s all I can accomplish when I feel blah. (I did a huge amount of the work on my site when I was depressed last year. I’d work until the wee hours, and then not get up for class. *headdesk*)

I set my alarm clock today. Got up three minutes before it went off. \o/ I’ll get up even earlier tomorrow, and on Monday I’ll be able to make it to class!

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.

New Year’s resolutions, only a few days late.

I managed to complete NaNoWriMo in November, so I need to set a new challenge for myself.

The prompts at We Are Cities are intended for bandslash, but they’re good enough that I want to use them anyway. There are over 100 prompts already posted, and more to come.

So, the resolution: whenever I feel stuck, whenever I can’t think of anything to write about, I’ll reach for one of those prompts.

My other New Year’s resolution is to have assigned last names to the characters who don’t have them yet, and to assign everyone a birthdate. Age is just a number, and the stories span years.

Originally published at Auriel. You can comment here or there.