After my long winded, eternally whining post yesterday, I thought I’d let you know that I woke up this morning so conjested I can’t breathe unless I’m sitting up and my throat is completely clogged to the point where I can’t swallow. Ewww… I HATE being sick.
I… Can't… Breathe
Snowball Effect
For starters, I’d like to say that if anyone has a time machine available, please let me know.
Ouch…
I’d say much more except the muscles in my thighs and butt are so darn sore that I can barely move or sit or think or anything. I worked out for about 3 hours today, and my personal trainer kicked it up like a thousand notches and I have pain in muscles I didn’t know existed. I’ve napped for about 2 hours. Man, I want more.
Lazy Sunday
See my icon? That’s what I should be doing. What I’m actually doing is quite different. Something along the lines of…. *silence, cricket, cricket* Yea. Exactly.
Books, Books, and More Books
Going into 2007, I told myself that I would read more. Last year, I read about 12 books in a 4 month time, then had some bills to cover, so my book allowance shrunk to practically nothing. By the end of the year I was seriously missing my book allowance, going through withdrawal, walking through bookstores and touching the spines longingly, taking a deep whiff of the new book smell. My husband was sure I’d gone crazy. Maybe I did. It was book withdrawal, and I had to remedy it, FAST.
Oh, the Joys of Winter
As I sit here, reveling in the freedom of a day off thanks to the bitter cold, I’ve gotten into a heated discussion with my characters. You see, generally, these guys are supposed to talk to me. They’re supposed to be like, hey Iz, I’m going to go here and do this, because that’s just what I do, you know? And I’m supposed to be like, yea, ok, that could work. Or, NO, are you CRAZY? Whatever the situation may call for.







