It’s been a rough freaking week, you guys.
Migraines, lack of sleep, a rebelling stomach, and general feeling-awful-all-over has led to some decidedly unpleasant days at work, though I find it encouraging that I’ve managed to make it to Friday morning without once vomiting all over my keyboard. Small victories, my friends. Small victories. Continue reading
Welcome back to Fighting For the Galaxy Fridays, actually on a Friday for once! Wow!
In our last installment of hilariously bad pseudo-sci-fi, Captain Torel Abrigio charged off to the dangerous planet Sffonia in search of the shot-five-times-but-surprisingly-mobile Jessica, while T.J. cunningly blamed her knowledge of the Sffon codes on resident bad guy and turncoat Steve Phelps. As a reward for her information, the Sffon decided not to execute her, and instead are sending her off to be a human slave at some rich dude’s house, because sure, that sounds plausible.
Will T.J. be able to escape before she’s forced to don a ridiculously skimpy uniform and give stirring speeches about equality to her captors’ children? Will Abrigio somehow spot Jessica in minutes despite the fact that she could literally be anywhere on the entire planet of Sffonia? And will Mark actually kill someone by throwing a fork at them because he saw it in a movie once? (Answer: Yes. Yes, he will.)
Read on to find out the answers to these and more burning questions..!
So, here’s a fun start to a Saturday morning: I somehow managed to get the hiccups while in the midst of brushing my teeth, which caused me to inhale some toothpaste, which led to five solid minutes of hacking and coughing in an attempt to rid my lungs of minty fresh fluid. The good news? Choking on toothpaste was enough of a shock that it immediately got rid of my hiccups. WIN.
Sometimes I think God/the Universe is trolling me.
/very important update
In other news: As of late, I’ve been busy working on Book II of Chosen and continuing the slow and uninteresting quest for a literary agent. The weather in Chicago is gradually becoming less soul-crushingly miserable, and with the warmer temps have come a series of friendly cockroaches offering their greetings unto myself and Benny in the middle of the night. So, yep, life continues pretty much as it ever was, plus or minus a few cockroaches.
And now I must leave the safety of my computer chair and venture out into The World, for Benny needs cat food and I’m almost out of green tea. Onward!
…I may also have spent a significant portion of the last few weeks watching every single episode of Adventure Time. I regret nothing.
