I decided a few weeks ago that it was time for me to get off my lazy ass and actually do something productive for once, specifically attack and conquer the NaNoWriMo beast.

...naturally, I slacked. I've started now. It's a personal look into my life, an autobiography of sorts. I think for the initial writing it's going to be uncensored, then edited later for names only and internet-released.

People have joked before that if I ever did attempt such a work I'd have to sell it as fiction, and they're right. I've been going over some of the incidences of my life in my head and even I can't believe half of them let alone expect others to.

November is already almost half over. What the fuck. So much busy to do. And I fear I may be coming down with something again, because my coughing is getting worse and I've got fever. Fuck me sideways, this is not what I need to be going through right now.

Halfway through November means I'm, at present, six months from graduating college at long last and seven.5 months from moving across the country to Virginia with the lovely and talented seth michael koberg. Looking forward to it because I would really enjoy the change of scenery but also trepidatious because, for real, I'm moving over 1500 miles from the place I've called home for the last 24/25 years. And my paranoia doesn't help much either. Seth's a great guy, he really is, and it's not his fault (mostly). But I've gotten fucked over way too often from friends and lovers before, so I'm always wary when someone tries to show me good things or a better way of life.

Most of the time, though, I think this is the right decision.

As for other decisions...? We'll see.

It's 2:30AM, I think I'm going to take an hour-ish nap then go to work for a few hours, then back here for more sleep and garage sale preparation and line work and other shit. And hopefully not getting sicker. That would suck.