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!

I’ve written about 1300 words and skived off for more than an hour at this point.  Again, doing it wrong.  I want to get finished with this novella I’ve had floating about for the last 4 month; pecking out under 2000 words a day is not going to fly.  I crossed the 90k mark for the month and I am hoping to pull through 100k by the end.

I forgot I have to rent a truck for TOMORROW.  I am so made of fail today.  *tries to find a cargo van to rent*  Thank you, Budget Car/Truck rentals for having one left over.

Domestic narging after the jump.

I’ve been totally lax on everything for… way too long.  My breathing problems and various issues with carpet moldering (the joys of dogs that vomit in strange places) and musty toweling and all kinds of fun stuff — in addition to my dust allergy — have left me very reluctant to leave my office, much less to CLEAN anything.  The house looks like shit.  Rob and Mys keep the worst at bay, but it looks like shit compared to when I was a good little wifey.

Good little wifey phase being well and fucking truly over doesn’t mean that I don’t want to damn house to be clean.  I am, under my ADHD/chronic fatigue facade, a clean freak.  I love it when things are clean.  It makes me happy.

Other side effect of all this is that our grocery budget is through the roof.  I am partly to blame for this as keeping me in coffee/cream/Perrier/Diet Dr Pepper runs us about $100/month.  Not kidding.  I used to offset this by being the queen of economical cooking but not being able to breathe downstairs put a serious cramp in that.  I have to say, I miss being able to save money that way.

Long story short: I need to get my domestic foo together.

Things I need to do:

• pick a domestic task to do every day: i used to have a system!
• start cooking things in the pressure cooker again (beans, etc) and storing them in the freezer
• cut down on coffee: seriously, this is a health issue due to the protoulcer anyway
• go back to more vegetarian and economical cooking
• pre-cook meat and meals to freeze
• remember that nachos and hotdogs are for sporting events, not weekly meals
• stop using so much packaged crap
• keep more dust masks on hand

Frankly, I’m bored with being in a state of disarray.  That’s all there is to it.

Now, back to writing.