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So here's the thing. I have only done NaNoWriMo once. It was while I was in the throes of my illness and taking a ton of meds. As a result... that month got nuked from my memory. I had to e-mail someone that was my writing buddy, asking if he remembered anything of my plot, so I could then run a search on my C: drive to find the folder I'd stashed the novel in.

I still haven't read it. I can't. It's too weird, like someone else wrote it.

And it's also terrible and I get this horrible second-hand embarrassment when I look at it.

So that's my NaNoWriMo story.

I've been getting some friends that are doing it, some people asking if I'm doing it too, so while I KNOW I shouldn't add anything else to my plate, I'm kind of tempted to give it another shot. I usually give myself a little bit of time each evening to kick back and relax, I'll just shuffle that time into NaNo and I should be able to crank out the required word count each evening.

The question is, what do I write about? My coworker was asking, so I wrote up some ideas and sent them to her. She voted for one and I won't say what it is. I do not favor any one of these over the other, so let me know which looks interesting.

Renfield:

Modern era, world is much the same except magic and supernatural stuff is commonly known and just part of life. People can learn magic at the local library. Protagonist is part of the 20% of the population that has an adverse reaction to magic and gets violently ill, so she’s without. Story starts with someone dumping a cursed (and homicidal) artifact on her doorstep. Instead of trying to get rid of it and cursing someone else in the process, she negotiates with the demon trapped inside. Now he lives in her house and when she leaves, he rides along in her head. She’s lost her job as a result (apparently HR wasn’t too happy with the pseudo-possession aspect) and to make ends meet, the demon suggests they freelance for the police working on their high-casualty supernatural cases that typically never get solved because they’re too dangerous.

Hijinks ensue.

Death's daughter:

Modern era, young adult. The supernatural is kiiiind of known about, but most people assume it’s completely separate from their lives and doesn't really interact with the world at large. The main character loses her mother and the grim reaper takes a personal interest in her situation, contacting a government agency that is like the FBI for the supernatural, and they take custody of her and place her with a retired agent’s family, conveniently close to their HQ. She gets a bit older, starts highschool, then starts seeing weird things at school, gets suspended for fighting, and death shows up for a father-daughter talk, because she’s the kid he didn’t know he had. He then talks the supernatural FBI into letting her help them, because she’s effectively immortal as death has no desire to take his daughter to the underworld, and because she can see and interact with said underworld and it’s currently being ruled by a queen that is slowly invading the mundane world and unraveling the world at the seams. And she’s got a chokehold on death and he’s unable to overthrow her without help, and hopes that his daughter will be just the help he needs.

Samantha:

Modern era, young adult, mix of sci-fi/fantasy. Main character gets pulled into an in-between realm that connects all the other worlds by a boy in need of saving. He’s currently being held at a ‘hub’ that controls all the networks between worlds, as he’s a ‘key’ that can open gates between and is being used to connect one part of the universe. The protagonist is also a key to another part of the universe and the hub would really love to get their hands on her as well, as they’re currently engaged in a conquest of the various settled worlds. She basically spends the story running from them, as well as the monsters that inhabit the hub, as the previous ‘key’ is being kept in suspended animation because she ripped open the worlds and the hub was forced to imprison her. The monsters are born out of her nightmares and are what’s keeping the boy a prisoner there, the hub is just exploiting that to their advantage. The main character gets some people to help her from the various worlds of varying technological levels that are sick of the hub’s control, and they find the boy, wake the sleeping key, realize ‘oh shit she’s crazy and is responsible for the monsters’ and have to undo their mistake. I’ve also been wanting to write about a protagonist with a disability and this is one I’d do that with.

Keepers:

Future dystopia, a world war has rendered most of the planet radioactive and inhabitable. The biggest human settlement is a single city, building up and down in one of the few ‘safe’ areas left. It’s not too terrible of a dystopia, they just have to manage everything since resources are so limited now. With the world war, a lot of the old supernatural things in hiding have started to take over the remnants of the world, as they’re not affected by the toxins in the environment as the humans are. The main character is the second-oldest remaining vampire, helping shelter a bunch of the other surviving vampires. Their nest is raided by the city and they’re brought to said city and then recruited into taking up a very old tradition of keeping the other supernaturals in check so they don’t wipe out humanity. Because vampires are about the only supernatural that is sympathetic to humans. Technically the job is for the oldest vampire, but he’s too busy playing politics with the city, and delegates to the protagonist.

And I'm adding this one by request: Langley's Ark:

Other world, steampunk. Ships hover instead of sail over the ocean, twin mages that own their own ship are employed for a research mission to the south pole investigating where undead penguins are coming from. A member of the royal... secret police? organization is assigned to tag along to arrest said necromancer, because necromancy is illegal. Then they find the necromancer and she's 12 years old. Hijinks ensue.


Also, I'm Fainting Goat on the website.

Sketches by fainting-goat
Sketches
Dump of a bunch of different sketches.  A lot of these were done for the Minecraft texture packs.  I'm updating the paintings and need drawings.  So... we've got:

Obligatory angel and demon.  Girl with a whip because whips are kind of a scary weapon.
Sir Smitealot.  A fairy.  A satyr thing.  Those are trees to either side of him, it looks a lot better in the colored version.
Kissa in a skirt.  An old, old character concept that will never see the light of day.  Kiss as a human.
And a floaty castle I drew during class.
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At first we thought I might have mumps, but now I'm getting pain around the liver and spleen so we're thinking the doctor might be correct with saying it's mono, even though I don't have a sore throat and I've no clue how I could have contracted mono from someone.  I mean, I turn 30 in a couple months.  You'd think I'd have had mono already, right?  Apparently not.  And now I get to experience the joy of working full-time, going to school part-time, and managing a house all on my own.

With mono.

I'd be upset but I'm honestly too ill to feel much of anything except 'blah'.

Even worse, with this being mono, you all got to miss out on what I'm sure would have been an absolutely fantastic rant about anti-vaccers.  Yeah, yeah, I know I could rant ANYWAY, but I just can't muster up the energy for the amount of rage that would require.  There's been a mumps outbreak recently in my area, you see, which is why we suspected it in the first place.  So you all get a half-hearted 'fuck anti-vaccers' and I'm going to go heat up some soup in the hopes my stomach will cooperate long enough to get some food on it.

UPDATE:  IT'S NOT MONO.

Which means it is probably mumps.  Epic anti-vacc rant coming later this week.  I promise.
It was difficult to wake.  Someone was insisting I sit up and open my eyes, over and over again, and I felt cold fingers tugging at my arms, trying to urge me up.  I mumbled something about them leaving me alone and shrugged off their attempts, turning onto my side putting my arms up above my head.  It was peaceful here.  I think I fell asleep, then I was being shaken again, the persistent voice urging me to open my eyes.  Finally, there was a wrench at my arms and I was pulled bodily up and the resulting nausea as my head swam at being forced upright cleared my mind of the haze for a moment.  I saw dull half-light from overhead, a barren room, and two tall figures standing near me, one at my side, the other one a pace away with its arms crossed.

I wasn't at home.  That thought alone managed to register and then sleep tried to drag me down again and I lolled, slouching and my chin drifted to my chest.  It was only the hands holding me by the arms that kept me from sliding back down to unconsciousness.

“Can't you give her something?” a voice asked.

“It's not recommended for her size.  But if you're in a hurry-”

“No.  I can wait.”

I slipped away again, then hands gripped my face by the jaw and forced it back up.  

“Human,” a voice said firmly.  It sounded vaguely familiar.  “You have someone that wants to talk to you.  I need you to wake up.”

My eyes fluttered open.  I stared into a face, the features flat and the nostrils thin slits, two sets of eyes stacked on top of each other with the narrow pupil fixed with my own gaze.  There'd been... darkness.  Then a boy and a monster, and I'd run until I could not run any further.  Adrenaline hit my blood, hot, and my heart seemed to seize in my chest and I gave a sharp scream, terror closing off my throat and I threw my hands off, hitting his wrists and I flung my body away from the alien.  

I almost went over onto the floor.  I was on a table, and I pitched myself to the edge, but the alien was quick and there was a sharp stop, a hand closing on the back of my shirt and then he hauled me back onto the center.  I was shaking, violently, and I drew my legs up to my chest and sat there, rocking back and forth while my muscles went tight with fear.  I wasn't just somewhere other than my home.  I wasn't even on Earth.  

“Don't touch me,” I gasped.

The one stepped back and glanced over to the other.  He was bigger, his chest broader, and he wore an armored suit like the soldiers I'd seen earlier.  The haze over my mind was starting to clear.  I was still struggling to stay awake, but I at least remembered what had happened now in sequential order.  I'd fallen through the darkness and wound up here, and then they'd drugged me and I didn't know what happened after that.  

“I don't blame you,” the soldier said to me.  “I'd not want to wake up this way either.  But you are safe here.  We've contact with humans.”

“But not Earth,” I said, grimacing and tightening my grip around my legs, willing my limbs to remain still.

“No.”

“You carry a number of antibodies foreign to us,” Dr. Ao said, for I recognized his voice now, “but nothing that will cause an epidemic.  We've also inoculated you against what you could catch from us.”

“Where's my clothing?” I asked.

I was dressed, but not in anything that I'd owned.  They'd put me in loose black pants and a sleeveless gray jacket that fastened with thin tabs along the left side of my chest.  The fabric was thin, but I was not cold, and it was comfortable.

“It's being examined to see if we can match the fibers to any known source in our registry,” Dr. Ao said.  “Humans are very widespread and we're hoping we may be able to trace back to your homeworld through second-hand contact.”

“If you're done,” the soldier interrupted, “I'll take over from here.”

The alien ducked his head, half his eyes closing and he made a twist of his wrist that I recognized as assent.  Tentatively, I reached up a hand and touched the back of my neck.  There was a sharp ache when I touched the small metal stud there and I quickly jerked my hand away and wiped the fingers against my leg, unnerved by the feel of something attached to my body like that.

“It connects to the spine,” the soldier told me, not missing the gesture.  I watched as Dr. Ao departed from the room, leaving the two of us alone.  “It acts as an intermediary between your brain and your voice and ears.”

“Does all it do is translate?” I asked.  I shifted, swinging my legs over the edge of the table and I sat there with my arms around my stomach, rocking slightly back and forth.

“Yes.  You're too old for anything more advanced.”

“Can it be removed?”  My tone was terse.  If I ever went home-

“It would be difficult, and I for one would not sign off on it.”

“But-”

I snapped my head up, staring at his four eyes, and my hands fell to grip the edge of the table.  I hadn't asked for it.  They'd held me down and just put it in there, without my permission, and now here this alien was, telling me I wasn't allowed to make my own decisions.  It was hard to find the words.

“-I don't want it,” I said, each word like a stone in my mouth.

“How old are you, Samantha?” he asked instead, his tone conversational, and I sucked in a breath, ready to fight.  To force the issue.

No.  I had to be calm.  I couldn't get angry.  I couldn't allow myself to feel anything.  I exhaled, slowly, and tried to force my hands to relax, and I began to rock again.  It calmed me.

“Fourteen,” I said.  “Who are you?”

“Ka.  Special agent Ka Rus Naig.”

It took a moment for the title to translate and even then, I was left with a sort of uncertainty, as if the connection between the meaning and the words was tenuous at best.

“Are you from the...”

I trailed off, unable to find the word I needed.  It was like the concept of 'police' didn't exist in their language and I was struggling to find an adequate substitute.

“Intelligence branch,” he replied.  “How did you fall through a rift?  I've reviewed the footage from when you appeared.”

The boy had said to run and that it wasn't safe anymore for me.  Yet, Ka might have answers for me here and I didn't know what harm there would be in telling him what had happened.  I'd done nothing wrong.  I was just... lost.  So I told him how I'd fallen into the dark – but I did not tell him why I'd been running to begin with – and how a boy had been there and how he'd caught me and created a path.  At that, Ka's four eyes narrowed and he stopped me by holding up a gloved hand.

“Describe the boy,” he said intently.

“He looked to be about my age.  His hair was very light blonde and he had strings around his forearms-”

“Enough.”  Ka tapped something on the back of one wrist.  “Team, purge the last thirty seconds from memory.  Transfer my feed to Commander Ita and cease recording.”

I stared at him, my rocking ceasing in my bewilderment.  He stood there in silence a moment, then seemed to notice my blank confusion.

“I have lots of implants,” he said, his upper set of eyes narrowing in what I thought must be their way of smiling.  “And they all stream back to command.”

A short pause.

“Good,” he said, again speaking to his remote team, I assumed, or this Commander Ita he'd referenced.  “I need a prisoner transfer for... subject 34590-S3.”

He rattled off the numbers in a mechanical tone.  I slipped from the table, landing on my bare feet and I staggered, the drowsiness making it hard to control my limbs.  I leaned heavily on the edge of the table for balance.

“Prisoner?” I asked quietly.  Even I heard the fear in my voice.

He ignored my question and reached out to take my arm.  I snatched it away from him, the movement overbalancing me and I staggered, then dizziness sent my head spiraling and my ankles tangled and I went down.  He caught me on the way, stalling my fall and holding me until I got my feet under me again.  I sagged in his grip, my arms wrapped around his forearm, feeling the supple plates of his armor and the synthetic fabric of the suit under my fingertips.  

“Your legal status is yet undetermined,” he replied quietly, pulling me around to face the door.  He let go, but only of my chest, instead switching his grip to my upper arm.  “You're in our custody, so that, in technical terms, makes you a prisoner.”

“You're going to make me disappear,” I said.  

I refused to move and he tugged harder at my arm, pressing me forwards.  I took a step, unwillingly.  I didn't know the technology, but I knew the concept at least.  He'd redirected any evidence and ensured it wouldn't be recorded, and now he was creating a paper trail that would put me somewhere they controlled.  I couldn't go with him.  I desperately wished that there were someone else here, maybe Dr. Ao, to help me.  If such a thing were even possible.

“Please,” I whimpered.  “I just want to go home.”

“We need to talk to you about the boy in a secure location,” he said firmly.  “This is not secure.  Walk.”

Another shove, this time strong enough that I couldn't resist it.  I staggered forwards and he used the momentum to pull me along with him and I balked and pulled but his grip was relentless and I stumbled along beside him, barely able to keep my feet under me.  The door led to a small room beyond, an antechamber where Dr. Ao was sitting at a terminal along one wall.  He started to his feet when he heard us and gasping, I twisted to stare at him, heedless of the tears that were again traveling down my cheeks.

“I just received the transfer notice,” Dr. Ao said nervously to Ka.  He eyed me with both sets.  “Do you need her sedated?”

“No!” I screamed.  “Let go of me!”

And I dug my heels in, dropped my body weight, and Ka released me to fall heavily to the ground.  I started to scramble, to roll onto all fours and get my feet under me, but Ka was faster and I was only half-up when he hooked an arm around my abdomen and lifted me bodily from the ground.  I found myself tucked up by his hip, his arm tight around my middle and I kicked and pried at his fingers but it was like trying to budge steel.

“No, that's fine,” Ka said to Ao, seemingly unconcerned.  “I've got this under control.”

“I can see that.”  A pause.  “You certainly have a way with children.”

Ka answered him with an irritated huff and then stalked off, carrying me like just another parcel.  The corridor he took me to was curved at the roof and there appeared to be doors at intermittent intervals, visibly only by a faint recess of the pale gray walls.  I'd stopped struggling out of necessity, feeling a familiar weakness invading my muscles, like a shiver at the base of my skull, waiting for its opportunity.  I had to remain calm.

“Please put me down,” I said to Ka, my hands pressed against his arm to brace myself and take some weight off my midsection.

“Will you cooperate?”

“Yes.”

He stopped and carefully released me.  I walked along side him, my shoulders hunched and the muscles drawn tight.  I didn't know how long it had been since I'd taken my medication and I didn't want to say anything to Ka.  I didn't want them to know.  If I could remain calm – if I could hide it for long enough – beat it, just this once, then perhaps it'd be enough.  I warred with myself, inside my head, feeling the beast clawing at the back of my mind, and this kept me quiet and docile while Ka led me through the building.  Down some hallways, to an open elevator, round, with only a platform to take us up the gray chute, ringed with pale lights.  Everything was dark here.  I wondered if Ka's race was nocturnal, and I asked him this, to distract myself from my growing agitation.

“Yes,” he replied as the lift drew to a stop and a doorway slid seamlessly open.  “The military all have eye implants, though, to allow us to see in daylight as well.”

We were at a small hangar, only large enough for perhaps three ships.  He took me to the closest, a small craft shaped like a teardrop with narrow wings swept close to the sides.  Ka touched something on his armor, on the forearm, and a hatch on the back opened to reveal a small, empty interior with a narrow bench on one side, only suitable for perhaps two people to sit side-by-side.  I balked.

“You'll see the city eventually,” he said.  “But right now, this only has a seat for the pilot up front, so you'll have to wait.”

“I don't want to go with you,” I whispered.  I didn't know what would happen to me.

“Does your world not allow its military this level of control over civilians?”

He sounded composed, his question carefully casual.  It felt... safe to answer him, which was likely the intent.  I hesitated, wondering if I should be silent, or if I could risk trusting him with anything.

“It doesn't,” I replied, finally.  “We have rights.”

“Most human worlds are like that,” he sighed.  “There are a few exceptions though.”

He gave me a push and reluctantly, I allowed him to guide me up into the small cargo hold of the craft.  I sat down on the bench and the door sealed behind me, encasing me in darkness.  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the cool metal hull, listening to the whine of the engine as it started up and then feeling the lurch as the craft took off.  I nodded off here and there, still fighting the anesthesia they'd given me, and I saw things in these fragments, my mind suspended between reality and the figments of my subconscious.  I saw the strands of the world like white threads, woven into fabric, and I saw myself reach out and take hold of one.  Pull, until it peeled away and I saw the darkness beyond.

Then there was a lurch, startling me awake, and I felt my mouth go dry.  We'd arrived.  There was nothing that could save me now.  The hatch opened and Ka called for me to come with him.  I staggered into the half-light of the hanger, staring about in bewilderment.  It was huge, the biggest indoor structure I'd ever seen.  I counted six stories, hollow towers spaced between the floors at regular intervals, and there were muted red lights and the flash of an engine as more vessels came and went.  Ka had set us down in an alcove.  He took my arm and directed me along a narrow path marked with strips of pale light, clearly not confident in letting me walk by myself, not as long as we were in the hanger.  I heard him talking, distantly, telling me that this was one of three airports for the military on the planet.  We were in their territory proper now, and the intelligence branch had their headquarters just adjacent.  That was where we were going.

I stumbled along, unsteady, the noise of the engines all around me, like drowning in an ocean of the noise.  It felt – it was – overwhelming – scattering my thoughts into static.  I tried to say something, to tell Ka I needed out of here, that there was something like electricity in my veins and I could feel myself twisting-

“Samantha?” Ka asked, paused, noticing that something was wrong.

I buckled and went to one knee, pressing an arm to my forehead.  Not here.  Not now.  My chest was tight with anxiety, unnatural in its intensity.  Like I was suffocating as it clogged my throat and wrapped around my heart like barbed wire.  And when I raised my eyes, my vision blurred as my brain struggled under the weight of that one tiny portion, somewhere deep inside, that writhed and snarled like a beast – I saw the threads of the world.

I acted mechanically, as if strings were wrapped about my wrists and guiding me here and there.  My fingers touched one, curled around it, and I heard Ka yell my name.  He sounded... frantic.  Terrified.  And I pulled and the world came apart – just like that – and I collapsed, finally, giving in to that pressure inside my head, and there was a tug around my midsection as Ka grabbed me with one arm.  It was too late.  The fabric had been undone and there was nothing beneath me now, and we fell through the world and into the darkness.
Samantha's Run 2
Can't really blame her for freaking out.  I'd like to think I'd be too busy geeking out over brain computers and spaceships to want to run, though.  That's just me.
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So here's the thing. I have only done NaNoWriMo once. It was while I was in the throes of my illness and taking a ton of meds. As a result... that month got nuked from my memory. I had to e-mail someone that was my writing buddy, asking if he remembered anything of my plot, so I could then run a search on my C: drive to find the folder I'd stashed the novel in.

I still haven't read it. I can't. It's too weird, like someone else wrote it.

And it's also terrible and I get this horrible second-hand embarrassment when I look at it.

So that's my NaNoWriMo story.

I've been getting some friends that are doing it, some people asking if I'm doing it too, so while I KNOW I shouldn't add anything else to my plate, I'm kind of tempted to give it another shot. I usually give myself a little bit of time each evening to kick back and relax, I'll just shuffle that time into NaNo and I should be able to crank out the required word count each evening.

The question is, what do I write about? My coworker was asking, so I wrote up some ideas and sent them to her. She voted for one and I won't say what it is. I do not favor any one of these over the other, so let me know which looks interesting.

Renfield:

Modern era, world is much the same except magic and supernatural stuff is commonly known and just part of life. People can learn magic at the local library. Protagonist is part of the 20% of the population that has an adverse reaction to magic and gets violently ill, so she’s without. Story starts with someone dumping a cursed (and homicidal) artifact on her doorstep. Instead of trying to get rid of it and cursing someone else in the process, she negotiates with the demon trapped inside. Now he lives in her house and when she leaves, he rides along in her head. She’s lost her job as a result (apparently HR wasn’t too happy with the pseudo-possession aspect) and to make ends meet, the demon suggests they freelance for the police working on their high-casualty supernatural cases that typically never get solved because they’re too dangerous.

Hijinks ensue.

Death's daughter:

Modern era, young adult. The supernatural is kiiiind of known about, but most people assume it’s completely separate from their lives and doesn't really interact with the world at large. The main character loses her mother and the grim reaper takes a personal interest in her situation, contacting a government agency that is like the FBI for the supernatural, and they take custody of her and place her with a retired agent’s family, conveniently close to their HQ. She gets a bit older, starts highschool, then starts seeing weird things at school, gets suspended for fighting, and death shows up for a father-daughter talk, because she’s the kid he didn’t know he had. He then talks the supernatural FBI into letting her help them, because she’s effectively immortal as death has no desire to take his daughter to the underworld, and because she can see and interact with said underworld and it’s currently being ruled by a queen that is slowly invading the mundane world and unraveling the world at the seams. And she’s got a chokehold on death and he’s unable to overthrow her without help, and hopes that his daughter will be just the help he needs.

Samantha:

Modern era, young adult, mix of sci-fi/fantasy. Main character gets pulled into an in-between realm that connects all the other worlds by a boy in need of saving. He’s currently being held at a ‘hub’ that controls all the networks between worlds, as he’s a ‘key’ that can open gates between and is being used to connect one part of the universe. The protagonist is also a key to another part of the universe and the hub would really love to get their hands on her as well, as they’re currently engaged in a conquest of the various settled worlds. She basically spends the story running from them, as well as the monsters that inhabit the hub, as the previous ‘key’ is being kept in suspended animation because she ripped open the worlds and the hub was forced to imprison her. The monsters are born out of her nightmares and are what’s keeping the boy a prisoner there, the hub is just exploiting that to their advantage. The main character gets some people to help her from the various worlds of varying technological levels that are sick of the hub’s control, and they find the boy, wake the sleeping key, realize ‘oh shit she’s crazy and is responsible for the monsters’ and have to undo their mistake. I’ve also been wanting to write about a protagonist with a disability and this is one I’d do that with.

Keepers:

Future dystopia, a world war has rendered most of the planet radioactive and inhabitable. The biggest human settlement is a single city, building up and down in one of the few ‘safe’ areas left. It’s not too terrible of a dystopia, they just have to manage everything since resources are so limited now. With the world war, a lot of the old supernatural things in hiding have started to take over the remnants of the world, as they’re not affected by the toxins in the environment as the humans are. The main character is the second-oldest remaining vampire, helping shelter a bunch of the other surviving vampires. Their nest is raided by the city and they’re brought to said city and then recruited into taking up a very old tradition of keeping the other supernaturals in check so they don’t wipe out humanity. Because vampires are about the only supernatural that is sympathetic to humans. Technically the job is for the oldest vampire, but he’s too busy playing politics with the city, and delegates to the protagonist.

And I'm adding this one by request: Langley's Ark:

Other world, steampunk. Ships hover instead of sail over the ocean, twin mages that own their own ship are employed for a research mission to the south pole investigating where undead penguins are coming from. A member of the royal... secret police? organization is assigned to tag along to arrest said necromancer, because necromancy is illegal. Then they find the necromancer and she's 12 years old. Hijinks ensue.


Also, I'm Fainting Goat on the website.

At first we thought I might have mumps, but now I'm getting pain around the liver and spleen so we're thinking the doctor might be correct with saying it's mono, even though I don't have a sore throat and I've no clue how I could have contracted mono from someone.  I mean, I turn 30 in a couple months.  You'd think I'd have had mono already, right?  Apparently not.  And now I get to experience the joy of working full-time, going to school part-time, and managing a house all on my own.

With mono.

I'd be upset but I'm honestly too ill to feel much of anything except 'blah'.

Even worse, with this being mono, you all got to miss out on what I'm sure would have been an absolutely fantastic rant about anti-vaccers.  Yeah, yeah, I know I could rant ANYWAY, but I just can't muster up the energy for the amount of rage that would require.  There's been a mumps outbreak recently in my area, you see, which is why we suspected it in the first place.  So you all get a half-hearted 'fuck anti-vaccers' and I'm going to go heat up some soup in the hopes my stomach will cooperate long enough to get some food on it.

UPDATE:  IT'S NOT MONO.

Which means it is probably mumps.  Epic anti-vacc rant coming later this week.  I promise.

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jf123 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Have a Llama for writing good stories. They are enjoyable.
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kiki-doodle Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Thought of you!!
i am goat. by sketchinthoughts
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fainting-goat Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
LOVE IT.
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Aviskye Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2014
Darn, I missed your birthday. Facepalm Have a very late happy birthday and a very late merry Christmas and a very late happy New Year and a llama badge from me. XD
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fainting-goat Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.  :)
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Rakuen-Ookami Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2013
Hope you had a happy birthday!
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fainting-goat Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I had an AWESOME birthday, thank you!
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Sabreur Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2013
Auuugh.  I'm so behind on reading your stuff.

WHY DO YOU WRITE SO MUCH.

WHY DO YOU MAKE IT GOOD ENOUGH THAT I CAN'T SKIP ANY OF IT.

D-:
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fainting-goat Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Because I have no life.
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