Last night we found a dosage of dextromethorphan that appears to keep this cough in check, but it's interacting with my other meds to produce a very curious, floaty sort of high. Not unpleasant, mind you, and at this point, just about anything is better than the blasted cough. But I wound up sitting here at my desk late last night, also sitting on a sofa there in the library in Toxia...just sitting. No rp, because the library was pretty much deserted by then, except for me. I sat here listening to Poe and the new NIN, watching Nareth on that sofa, and Spooky finally came in about 3 ayem (she'd been reading in the bedroom), to see what the hell I was doing. I muttered something lame about leveling up. But, truthfully, I was just sitting here, watching my avatar sitting there, tripping on the pharmacological cocktail in my blood and brain. Then, however, I didn't get to sleep until almost four, I woke up at 10:30 ayem, and now I'm feeling pretty zombiefied.
Once again, the correct links to the new paperback editions of my novels (those now in print):
Daughter of Hounds
Low Red Moon
After the writing, I did a little Second Life. The "Sirenia Players" group now has eight members, and a ninth who has not yet accepted her invitation. So, it's coming along. Last night, Spooky made chili, and then we watched two more eps of Angel, Season Four ("Apocalypse Nowish" and "Habeas Corpses"). The show has certainly veered into grimmer territory, and that's a good thing.
I've not left the house in two days, but the weather is warm again. Hopefully, we'll get a good walk this evening. Oh, and if you're waiting on an email from me, I've gotten just a little behind, but should get caught up today.