Okay so ZoomBoy is sick with a super sore throat and a fever, and I'm just sort of tired and cranky. Gonna be a blessedly short blogpost tonight, folks!
The few points of interest...
When you're feeling sort of punk, nothing beats vegging out on Berry Jello's couch and shotgunning a series.
In this case, I was shotgunning Walking Dead, and it's (as everyone has been saying for YEARS) amazing.
Knowing that I tend to proselytize things like television shows, writers, and musicians, I wonder how long it's going to be before my nearest and dearest are going to be saying things like, "Jesus Christ on a cracker, Amy, did you HAVE to show us the motherfuckin' zombies?"
Sweetie Baby Honeyface the cat cuddles with ZoomBoy when he's sick. Because that's just Sweetie Baby Honeyface's frickin' WAY.
Now that I've fallen in love with the cast of Walking Dead, I'm going to hate to see most of these poor fuckers die. (And seriously, anybody who doesn't know that was coming hasn't been paying attention to anything in the last five years. The same could be said for our current political clusterfuck as well, but, well, I'm cranky enough as it is.)
My characters had surprise sex last night, and when you're a writer and suddenly your characters are doing it without your permission, well, that could be the only time that's a good thing.
Last night as I sat and wrote, there was a giant THUD at the front door, and the dogs started barking their nuts off. I got up to check (because I AM the dead person in a horror movie, apparently) and when I opened the door, I realized that something had displaced it--shoved it back about an inch when it hadn't been completely shut. And the cat was there, glaring at me like I was a complete and total bitch for not letting her in sooner. Yup. The cat almost opened the front door, and it's a shame she didn't do it completely because either way, I had to go change my drawers.
And tonight's going to be rough, cause ZB's throat hurts him a LOT, but we have a doc's appointment in the morning. Since it's raining outside, I'm not too keen on throwing him in the car and dragging him to a place o-germs, but dude... my baby HURTS and that's not cool.
And that's about it--hope you all are having a peaceful, healthy night.
Poor little honey bunny! I hope that he gets better soon; it's been a really bad season for these types of illnesses. Maybe a Medicine Ball from Starbucks might help? Everyone around my neck of the woods swears by them.
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Hugs for ZB. Get better soon. Also, have him gargle warm water with salt and a crushed up plain aspirin dissolved in it. Not to swallow, just gargle. I had *a lot* of sore throats and strep as a kid and doing this every couple/few hours helped enormously.
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