Plague House

I did not sleep last night. At all. Part of this was Yuki-related paranoia (oh yeah; she's come to live with us now, landlord be damned. Frankly, I don't think he'll mind all that much, given previous conversations with him), and part of it was dodgyhoodoo being ill, and part of it was just the heat. And I slept three hours on Saturday night and maybe five on Sunday. And not at all last night. Neither of us are going to work today; my head hurts and I generally ache, and I'm badgering dodgyhoodoo into going to the doctor because the current problem has been a generally recurring problem for days now and needs to be sorted. I know he's really not well because he's not arguing ... only stalling a little, maybe.

I can't get hold of Vera, so I've had to send e-mail to Vera (and boss in case Vera's not coming in either) to tell them that I will not be in today. I had my stupid induction yesterday and I know that if you don't call in, you get marked as unauthorised absence. Now there's documentary evidence that I did let them know; it will not be ChelWest all over again.

I'm goign to go lie down again. Ugh. Well, at least Yuki gets company on her first full day in a new home, be it ever so zombiefied.

P.S. It's probably too early to ask this but it never stopped Royce, so where's my fucking column?

Insomnia Strikes Back

I still cannot sleep. I think it's the heat. I managed a couple of hours' worth of nap this afternoon, during which time dodgyhoodoo did about a thousand words of something sci-fi that he seems to think is crap just because he hasn't necessarily seen plot yet. Silly man. I think it's brilliant.

Did some writing myself. That can be seen on non_plot. My next step is to actually do something coherent, but at least with the community challenges, I keep myself in trim. I'll probably also try some of the challenges in the 'workshop' segments of the BBC Get Writing site because hell, if I'm going to ride people about actually writing, I'd be hypocrite of the century if I didn't do it myself.

I need to try to get some sleep. I don't know if I'll be able to function tomorrow if I don't. I tried the aromatherapy bath thing but only wound up feeling marginally less like someone replaced my vitreous humour with napalm.

Yuki peed on the bed. She's definitely home. She's now also being a total attention-whore with both of us, up to and including crawling into my arms because, after all, if I'm typing, I'm not petting her, and we can't have that.

Argh. I will try lying down and getting some sleep now. I don't think it'll work, though -- I seem to be too tired to even think about sleeping. Argh. Argh!