So annoying. Got sick Monday night, completely out of no where. So sick I had to miss a couple of days of work. Spent Tuesday in bed, sleeping. Lots of sleep.
This also means my writing got really behind. Barely managed anything this week, and that's almost as frustrating as being sick. (I hate being sick)
But this month is passing really quickly. Almost to the Muse Conference. Almost to October, when I'm going to give away a bunch of copies of my books.
One sadly amusing thing I did hear when I got back to work: "So, do snakes, like, poop?" I was almost ashamed for the state of general knowledge. Do snakes poop. Really now. Really?