Hey, sorry about the absence. I'm alive and well-- as well as can be expected-- but I've just been recovering from the Celebirthsary weekend. It was really good in so many ways, but it wore me out. I slept for a few days straight, but I'm still wore out. I think that's a permanent state for me now lol. In fact, I was feeling particularly awful yesterday (and the day before, to be honest) because weather is changing and I got the fibro flu pretty bad. Kenobi came over to hang and take care of me, but I totally and completely knocked out on him like, half an hour after he got here. I woke up much later to see him packing his stuff and I managed a bleary goodbye before falling back into the dark pit of sleep. Sorry bro.

I don't know if I'll get over myself and get back into the swing of writing this week, but I will certainly try. Khal Drogo is taking me to my pain doctor appointment on Monday, which also happens to be our first anniversary! Go figure. Anyway, he is going to be a strong advocate for me, which I'm grateful for. He won't take a lame-ass answer like the one I got last month. I have a hard time standing up for myself with doctors, but I don't think that Drogo has that same problem.

One year. Wow. Where does the time go? And at the same time, I feel like we've been married years and years. Probably due to our long history. We've known each other over 10 years now. Can you believe it? I can. He's my destiny. (Read that last sentence in a breathy, girly voice, and then roll your eyes and promptly disregard it. I don't believe that junk.)

Well, I'm off to go wallow in my fibro flu misery again. Crichton's woman and I have planned a joint surprise bday party for Drogo and Crichton tonight, since they are both anti-party robots, and it's going to be fabulous. Drogo thinks that the party is only for his brother, which I told him about because I need him to get the both of them out of the house so we can decorate and bring in the cake and all that. Drogo knows there's a party happening; Crichton is completely oblivious to any party stuffs. He thinks we're all getting together for our regular DnD session. Bwahahahahaha! And when they return from fetching the pizza and soda, we will silly string them as they walk in the door.

Dare I mention the "gift" I got for Drogo? It's a gag pregnancy test thats "always positive". It's got the red cross in the little window so it looks like a positive pregnancy test. Kenobi thinks Drogo is gonna flip his shit, but I think it'll be funny, especially if the group thinks that it's real too! Of course I will break the news that it's a joke fairly soon after he opens it. I don't think he'll get upset, but we have talked about what we'd have to do if I got pregnant now, which is terminate the pregnancy. I want babies, but I am hoping against hope that I don't get pregnant at this point because I would hate to have to do that. (We have our reasons. Don't remember if I've elucidated them or not, but perhaps another time.) Peace out, homies. Catch you on the flip side.

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