Another rejection today. That’s how it goes. At the moment, I could care less, because I feel like utter c**p. I guess it isn’t just allergies. May be con crud, though I usually don’t have that problem. Whatever it is, I feel lousy, and was doing good to get one story back in play after its rejection.

Right now, all I want to do is go to bed.

Breathing may be overrated, but when you can’t do it…

Tracking:

Today I cleaned ― put my jewelry drawers back in order after the con.

Today I weighed ― 186.3 — but I did better today, I think

Today I wrote/revised ― flash piece to get it back out.

No poem tonight. I’m too sick. 😛