Luckily, I’m still able to keep it fairly together for clients, but I’m trying not to panic that when my current site finishes up sometime next week, um, there’s currently nothing new on the horizon. It would probably help tremendously to grab new business if my site was finally finished, but about 3/4 of the way through the current re-design, I got tired of trying to convince myself that really, I’d totally love it once I was finished and want to scrap it and start all over. However, see above paragraph (uh……um……….you get the picture). In fact, I should be coding right now as I type this–but I’m opting for finishing this post and getting to bed early in the hopes that tomorrow will be a more enthusiastic day for the old grey matter upstairs.

Not that it looks like it will happen anytime in the near future (hello stupid girlyparts that can’t seem to get their crap together–I SEE YOU), but I really fear for being pregnant in the future and suffering from pregnant brain, since things are going so stunningly well with only myself and Owen on a daily basis.

Send (mental) help. My (deeply comatose) logical/rational/thinking brain lobe thanks you.

No reason for asking. Did I forget to mention that I’m currently suffering from a massive head cold AGAIN and that for those of you playing the home version of the game, its now past the middle of MAY? I thought it was just bad allergies when all my joints started aching last week after I mowed the lawn (Hello Hayfever!), but when I started running a fever, I knew that I had been infected.

Also, sidenote: Meth Addicts of the world?

You suck. The end. Thanks for being so ingenious as to figure out that cold medication would make an excellent ingredient for getting high and resulting in my having to sign over my life at the pharmacy window in order to get any relief and/or have a hope of breathing through my nose in the next week. The whole time I’m (literally) mouthbreathing over what to fill in the form (Uh….name? Let’s see…I knew this at one point in time) because my head feels like it’s filled with cotton which makes it a little harder than usual for the neurons to connect and make the old grey matter click right along in a timely fashion and act like I’m a completely normal person, nope no meth addict here, for the suspicious looking pharmacy tech so that I might be able to complete the transaction so I can actually take the medication and have a hope at being able to feel better/think straight for part of the day.

Love and excessive snot,

Trena

PS: My internet connection has been out since Saturday morning and the earliest that they could send a tech out to fix the problem is Wednesday.

PPS: Pray that the tech actually shows up tomorrow, otherwise you might be hearing about me on the national news. Especially if I run out of my Cold & Sinus meds.