Sick

I am sick today.

This totally pisses me off because I don't have the time to be sick. I'm fairly certain that the very fact that getting sick has derailed me from the million screaming things I have "To Do" is precisely why my body has called for this Time Out. I cannot run in preparation for the Salt Lake Half Marathon, my very first, I am preparing for. I cannot worry about books and agent rejections and proposals and movies and budgets and fund raising and constantly breaking toilets and side jobs and bills and the needs of my children and laundry and the 25 emails that need answering and the errands that need running... I cannot do one thing but sleep and sit here in my bed with my laptop and complain to you. Lucky.

I was all set to hit the week with a ten mile run and a snappy blog about Porn. What could be better? Instead I got hit with tiny Ninja Terrorists that have invaded my body and are etching their names in my spine with ice picks while gnawing on every nerve ending with freakishly razor sharp teeth and playing Whack a Mole on my head. Not to mention that Satan himself has moved into my lungs - or maybe that is Chris Buttars and his pigs. Either way it sucks.

I am sick today.