Friday, September 21, 2007
In Which I Can’t Come Out to Play Much I am trying to catch up on so many things after losing so many days. Monday and Tuesday lost because I went out. Wednesday and Thursday lost because I was so sick from the first half of the week. Today is my first day of feeling somewhat normal. Discouraged but normal. A friend of mine told me about a work from home company, a legitimate one. Unfortunately, I would need a LAN line. I don’t have a regular phone anymore, not now that I have a cell phone. And I would also have to answer telephone calls. During particular hours. Given that I can’t tell from one day to the next whether I will be physically strong enough to work . . . and knowing that the sound of telephones ringing triggers my vertigo meaning that the more frequently a phone rings the sicker I will be by the end of the day . . . Yep. A bit discouraging. But I know that I will eventually find something that will not aggravate my vertigo, something I can do from home. Data entry or proofreading or something along those lines. Something. Almost anything. So I’ve been pretty quiet mentally and physically. Rob and I are going out for dinner tonight. He has a craving for IHOP. Not fancy. Not even remarkably special. But we are going out to celebrate our second year anniversary. Two years engaged and still no wedding date! Woohoo!!! (Ahhhh . . . commitment phobic love . . . you just gotta laugh!) Rob suggested we go someplace fancier but until I have some form of steady income I think it would be best if we just stick with something inexpensive and not make things crazier than they have to be. And tomorrow more stress on my body. I am going to a writing critique group meeting. I am more than a little anxious about this because I am so damned needy and I don’t like needing something so very much. The story I submitted is one that my literati circle love; those academic elite who discuss philosophy and get off on discussing books read with a critical eye to allusions, metaphors, and the sort of things that bore the rest of the world. The story is my litmus test. If I can get any useful feedback on this particular story then I know I have found my niche, a place I can go and get the kind of comments for which I am starving. Remember when I said how Rob and I don’t need to make things crazier than they have to be? I might try following that line of thinking where it concerns this whole writing critique thing. I have a feeling that when we come home we’ll watch a dvd. Nothing romantic or even erotic. I’d lay my money down on Disney. Then again, you never know. Rob is nothing less than surprising.