a singer in a smoky room/the smell of wine and cheap perfume

Am I possibly wrong in thinking that this song describes Senga and Tucker? Listen here. No, the version is correct.

This song is MY JAM.

I need to get writing again. Retail is sucking the life from me again. Though we had a small victory when our employee satisfaction survey results came in. ALL THE NUMBERS DROPPED. Like mega dropped. It makes my heart happy. STICK THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT BOSSMAN.

Okay, I'm menstrual and need sleep.

stick a fork in me, I'm done.

http://opheliassister.dreamwidth.org/

I posted what I have so far of my novel there. REEEEEEAD IT!

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

I'm gonna go sleep, and whine about how much my sinuses hurt now.

You're just a cool guy with long hair.

Best. Book. Ever.

I'm only on chapter 3 and already they've made digs at my favorite romance authors. And for that I applaud them. I adore the romance genre, it's my guilty pleasure. And you guys know me. I take very few things in life seriously. And I always poke fun at this stuff. Hell, I even poke fun at my own work.

I'm not even sure what I'm going on about now. I've had two opening shifts this week, back to back. And I'm soooo tired. One more day of work, and I have two whole days off. I'm just hoping Monday is as nice as it was today. I want to go to the beach again, and touch up my tan. Because that's what Cape Codders do during the summer.

Also, EuroTrip is on. On TBS. Edited. Boo.

I'm a sketchball, but you already knew that.

I've decided to self-publish and be sketchy and sell my book out of the trunk of my car. So far, AuthorHouse.com has the best deals I've seen. So I'm saving my pennies!

Also, is starting work on a sequel when the first book isn't even finished a bad idea?

BREAK IT DOWN.

So, I almost had a breakdown at Walmart today.

I'll explain.

I don't have health insurance, I lost it last year cuz I was out of school. Okay, I can handle it. I can get insurance through work. Right? Nope. Part-timers like myself can only enroll in benefits at certain pre-determined spans of time, known as an Open Enrollment Period. So, my boss being the douchebag he is, fails to tell me when those are.

So I turn to MassHealth. Got turned down for that because my employer offers health insurance.

I'll let that sink in a little.

Moving on! Two weeks ago I came down with the sniffles. No biggie, right? That's what I thought. Fast forward, and I'm coughing up NEON GREEN MUCUS. Today I decided to take care of it. The office visit was $105, not bad, I can splurge for my health. My temperature was 103 degrees. I normally run in the low 98s. So I get the big nebulizer machine, which is a gift from GOD, and the doc writes my scripts before I leave. An inhaler, some antibiotics, and prednisone.

So off I go to Walmart, cuz the drugs would be cheaper there, right?

Yeah, right. The prednisone was $4, not bad. But everything else? HA. The woman behind the counter told me how much, and I almost lost it. I was tired, and menstrual, and achy, and JUST WANTED MY FREAKING MEDS. So I stepped away and called my mom.

Shut up.

So Mom calls the Doc, and after waiting a half hour for him to call her back, he tells her to tell me to stop by the office, he has all my meds there. Turns out he just raided the sample cabinet.

So now my big decision is whether or not I want to go to New Hampshire with the family. Mom wants to go to Strawberry Banke, and I'm really under-enthused about it. I'm thinking I'm just gonna pack my notebook, sunblock, and a fully charged iPod to get me through the ordeal.

Or just not go, and spend the day attached to my inhaler, and my Gilmore Girls DVDs.

HEAD FOR THE BUNKERS!

Livejournal is down! I repeat, Livejournal is down!

I can't check Oh No They Didn't. What am I supposed to do for the night?

Oh, yeah. WRITE. And watch anime with my brother.

NAME DROPPING TIME!

First things first. A shoutout to my bestest friends: Jill, and Sarah. Who read this blog. At least I think they do. Jill is a fellow writer, and Sarah is an amazing illustrator/artist.

Jill's work can be found here, and Sarah's can be found here. And I'm sure they are going to hate me forever for linking to them. But nuts to them! They know I love them both dearly.

And they understand me. They get me. Even though they're both in faraway lands (Minnesota and L.A.), I wouldn't trade them for a hundred friends living next door.

I found the BEST place to buy tea. Which is this little place in the Mashpee Commons called The Tea Shoppe. Yes, Shoppe. Whatever. I think, when I go to visit Jill, we are going to have a tea party. And I'm bringing her a proper tea set, complete with that little metal dunking thing, my mother's words not mine, and a tea cosy, cozy? And we will play with makeup, and write, and drink lots and lots of tea. Kind of like I did in college.

I have an hour and half to get ready for the Gulag, I mean, work. And I really want more tea.