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The melodious sound that greeted me as I stretched out my neck this morning was the tearing of a handful of bubblewrap.  And, let me say, I feel so much better for it.  I don’t know the actual biological process that goes on to make that noise, but the end result is the release of a muscle knot in my neck, and shoulder, and all the way down my back, that had been plaguing me for days on end.  It’s really nice to be able to turn my head, however gingerly I have to do so at the moment.

I slept like crap last night, and I think part of it is because I had a diet Dr. Pepper (thank you, Dragon, for translating that as didactic cover, that should be the name of a cover band), and part of it is because I quit taking the Lyrica that I’ve been on for almost six months now.  I never did get up over seventy five milligrams a day, two in the morning was too much, taking one during the day made me sleepy, two at night worked great but then I would lose time later when the drop of the drug in my bloodstream would cause me to have dizziness and stomach pains.  I would make the worlds worst drug addict.  I have absolutely no tolerance for any kind of negative side effect with medication.  Life is hard enough without adding to it that way.

Today, I need to get about two thousand words in, at least, and then in theory we’re taking a drive down to my parents in that cargo van I rented yesterday to drop off two dining room sets, one sofa, one chair, and some coffee tables.  After that, it’s up to IKEA to purchase the furniture we’re going to replace all that with.  The driving alone is making me anxious, especially with the weather having turned to shit, and on top of that we are going to spend a whole bunch of money.

I hate spending money.  I hate driving places, even if I am not driving.  I hate getting rid of things.  I think I’m just going to hate today.  I could be wrong, though.  So.  Happy face on!

As an addendum, the novel that I wrote earlier this month was accepted by the e-publisher I submitted it to.  I’m really pleased about that, especially since they don’t expect too many modifications.  It was really nice to find myself asking questions before I told them to send me the contract.  It’s good to be getting into a position where I’m no longer a wagging puppy over having my work accepted.

Okay, off to shower and dress, then writing-time!