Still alive, maybe

Dreams of coffee this afternoon have been thwarted.

Took drugs last night, so managing to get enough sleep to come in to work today. I have to do managerial payroll stuff or I probably would have called in. We'll see if I can last a full day today. (It would be the first time this week.)

The sad thing is, this is only a cold. I've none of the chest goop or aches that would mean flu. It's just the meaniest nastiest cold I've ever seen.

I'm at the point where I need to start weaving in new stuff in the draft. I'm going to try giving Zombie Rae some pov to flesh out the crazy chocolate monkeys zombies running amok thread, and work in some more description of what the antags are up to. I'm also giving Blake earlier pov snips, including flashbacks a seperate time thread. We'll see how this goes.

I should try to write some zombie pov today. I've really got a handle on the shambling and groaning.

At least the drugs gave me happy quasi-historical dreams about Geoffrey Rush. Lots of pretty boys and pretty clothes and setting.

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Can you say pseudoephedrine, boys and girls? Good, I knew that you could.

I can breathe! The side-effect--I'm crazy!

Crazy chocolate monkey!

IwillnotgogooglingforLostBoysslashIwillnotgogooglingforLostBoysslashIwillnot...

Pointy teeth

The problem I run into reading fanfic, slashy or otherwise, is that so often my 50% and the writer's 50% are different, so what they extrapolate from canon is radically opposed to where I would go and it just irritates me. My kneejerk reaction is to go write my own, but my own characters give me enough trouble as it is.

I wrote my answer to the Lost Boys in junior high, being deeply dissatisfied with the ending. Too bad I don't have a copy of that anymore. (Not really, because it would only make me cry in embarrasment.) I wish I could come up with a vampire novel that needed writing, but so far nothing. I have not yet given up hope for the genre, but it needs some pepping up.

Now I have a sad, unfulfilled vampire jones.

I held out as long as I could...

( That ten fictional characters meme )

Now I take my germs and go home.