I was in the house 2 and half weeks

I leave twice for less than 5 hours total and i got a goddamn stomach flu. Spent 36 hours going at both ends. Anything that went in, ginger ale, a little broth, anything and I threw it back up. It's amazing how long a day is when you have nothing to do but lie there and be sick.

Today my electrolytes were all off and my shoulder hurt like hell because I spent a day jerking it throwing up. Luckily ABC Family is having a Potterhead weekend so I just laid around watching it.

I did get a little writing in. Nearly finished my next contemporary story, maybe my last unless I find an anthology I really want to be in. And I got my author's copy of Project Fierce. Yay. So that's good news.