I have it.  I'm sick of it.  I was doing so well there for a while, then I got sick and took some Tylenol Flu night-time and it's been a stupid road back to non-drug sleep ever since.  I'm just dreading those 2-3 days of crappy sleep after you stop taking something to HELP you sleep.  My husband takes ambien to sleep, which I've tried a few and they do well, but I hate having to rely on that to get to sleep. 

J's uncle has been moved to hospice.  He's having a hard time with it.  He doesn't have a father, so his uncles WERE his father(s) in a sense. 

I have to teach an entire intro to creative writing class on Thursday.  The topic?  Pantoums, sestinas and poetry grammar.  Ugh.  I don't even know what a pantoum is . . . or a sestina for that matter, and I always thought poetry grammar was, you know, kind of loose anyway. 

E is wonderful.  She's all about Barbie these days.  I was such a Barbie freak when I was younger. 

Sunday nights are so depressing now that HBO has no new shows.  Bleargh.  In good news, Game of Thrones (the pilot) is in the process of shooting.  If it gets picked up--and I don't see how it can't considering all the awesome, cool names involved--it should air in 2011 sometime.  Maybe Martin will actually have Dance with Dragons finished by then?

Anyway, there's an update from my groggy-ass self. 

Last night I had a dream that an airplane crashed into downtown Denver.  I dreamed that I was in jail (for whatever reason) but out for the day because I had to write a poem for class.  I was driving and I saw this airplane nose-diving into downtown. 

It was so vivid and real and the dream just went on and on, even though I woke up a few times, I kept returning to it.  Yikes.

I just don't post that much here anymore.  I admit, I'm kind of lazy about Xanga.  There isn't that instant gratification and quick response that you get with Facebook.  But, I kind of miss blogging.

I'm loving life.

I'm busy as heck. 

I'm tired.  Still no diagnosis for this stupid fever I've had forever.

My back hurts.

I've been eating like crap.

I LOVE my genre writing group.  I'm making some friends that I honestly believe I will have in my life for a long time.  They are lovely, beautiful women.  I'm so lucky.

My daughter is GROWING SO BIG.  She's all about The Land Before Time. 

Carved a pumpkin with her tonight.

My life is pretty good, ya know? 

I do have one gripe, though.  Do you have friends who only post (here or on facebook) when they are sick, in pain or just complain, bitch and otherwise lead miserable lives?

Now, before I go further, I don't mean Fleener (even though HE thinks he just gripes and whines).  He doesn't.  He rants sometimes and it's awesome.  He can bitch all day long about stupid crap and it's FUNNY when he does it because he writes like a page and a half about stuff and he's a GOOD writer.  (Hope you are reading this Fleener).

But when all you see on someone's facebook wall is:

I'm sick
I have the sniffles
I have a bad cough
I have a sore throat
Ow, my head hurts
I hate work.  I work work work.
I had an accident.

And that's it.  PERIOD.  zilch.  Nothing but negative shit that has no funny-ness whatsoever, it's just stupid.

Yuck.