Maybe not perfect

Of course a couple weeks after I post about how I feel so much better living in LA, I get the stomach flu and can honestly say that I think I lost some weight.

This is the almost the worst possible time for me to get sick. Worse would be after I had a job or on a day I needed to move into a new apartment. Still being unable to get out of bed means that I haven't looked for an apartment or job in three days.

Whatever. Being too sick to move makes you realize you need to slow down at time whether you want to or not.

Meanwhile I've been working on my Script Frenzy screenplay. It might have something to do with being in Los Angeles or maybe I just like the story enough that I actually want to see it through. I'm reading Essentials of Screenwriting and it is somewhat depression to discover that even if you sell a screenplay, it doesn't mean a studio will produce it, or if they do, that they will release it. Meh. This whole concept is a bit of a leap from theatrical design, but I'm slowing finding overlap, particularly in revision. I was going to have the revision done by the end of August, but losing that one day and the fact I feel like I should be sleeping right now instead of writing this put a slight crimp on that.

It's also two months before National Novel Writing Month begins. I will complete it for the second time this year and hopefully it won't suck like last year's did. The event founder writes in his book that you should avoid trying to write a 'good' book and try to write a 'not horrible' book. I'm going for that this year. We will see what happens as I argue with my plot.
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I hate spring in NoVa

I hate spring in Northern Virginia. Only because it hates me.

For the first time in four years I am "home" during the beginning of spring and I want to kill myself. I have bad allergies to something here. Mold, trees, I don't fucking know. When I was in high school I would have a couple of days of agony until it dissipated or my allergy medication could kick in.

Now lets just get this straight, I don't bitch about my health that often in real life because the fact is that no one fucking cares. They don't care because some people cry about getting a cold or stubbing their toe. I don't do that. I deal with being sick and I get over it and most people never know that I'm not feeling well.

Well, I'm bitching about this in real life.

This isn't like dog allergies or cat allergies. I can't leave the building and get better, I can't take a shower and wash it off. All I can do is OD on drugs and pray that something begins to work. My face is sore from blowing my nose, not my nose, my face. And under my eyes are sore from wiping away tears.I don't remember how I had the patience to live through this.

Fuck.
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Broken Schedule

So my sleep schedule is somewhat broken again. Better than it was at my apartment but still sucky.

I really tired too. Either I'm sick or I have cabin fever. I want to go play and have fun but I have no where to go.

Not counting the beach next week. Which reminds me that I need to pack. Bringing lot of games, movies, a book or two. And art supplies, just in case I get the urge.

Should be a fun week in the middle of nowhere.

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Reply in minimum of 200 words.

I've decided that my posts need to be longer. My last post was about 175, so from now on I'm going for a 200 word minimum. Honestly I'm terrible about writing large amounts, but I like to challenge myself.

I'm almost over being sick. I went to the doctor, who gave me drugs. Two out of three taste like crap. Two of them I'm suppose to take twice a day which I hate because I'm the type of person who tries really hard to get them at equidistant times.  That's every twelve hours so seven at night and seven in the morning. That's hard to do when you also need to eat a full meal before using one of the medications. I not a big breakfast person, I can't eat breakfast food at breakfast, not sure why, don't mind it at any other time of the day.

In other news the edit box for this blog is being a dick. First, it was running off the page, now it is too big for me to see everything... font size got bigger somehow... odd. But it gave me something to type about for a couple more lines.

I'm a master of BS.

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(Note: I just spelled equidistant correct on my first try. I can't spell either, therefore I'm highly proud of myself)

Cravings

I'm starting have cravings for things. This happens everytime I get sick I get cravings for things that should not be eaten while sick. Currently - bacon, Popeyes chicken and french fries, tater tots, instant potatoes, domnios pizza, and the list is growing.

Tried the pizza, it was... okay... Think I'm going for potatoes next.

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Sick

So I got sick. Missed out on some events going on. Still don't have a job. Back home and still sick. Slept a lot better in my bed here than there. Sadly I still can't taste anything properly. And I have work to do.

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Speaking of food...

You know when your thinking of something and something related to it suddenly comes up? Like when you are thinking of someone and you suddenly bump into them? Or you remember an old TV show and the next day you find out it reruns at a time you have nothing better to do?

Or you blog about how your a picky eater and then immediately learn of a site of disgusting food?

http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/

I think I'm going to be ill.

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