Ruh-Roh

I don't know if it's the sudden temperature drop (yesterday was in the high 60s, today it's going to be in the mid-40s) or if I slept wrong, but I'm feeling achy, particularly in my back and hips, and overall I just feel sluggish and icky. No stuffiness or coughing, just a general "not feeling well."

I hope it's just joint pain from random weather changes. I can't take it easy today since I have to be at the kiddo's school for a meeting at 1:30, and I need to be awake and alert for that. I took a hot shower and it's helped some, but overall I feel like I'm on the verge of some illness. I took some IBprofen (my standard "treatment" for minor joint aches and pains that are not headaches), so maybe that'll help too.

'Tis the season, I guess? Could also be stress, but usually stress comes in the form of headaches for me, not like this.

Writing: Tamingthemuse Prompt

Title: Mourn
Fandom; Pairings: World of Warcraft; Savitry/Andor Duskmoon (OFC/OMC)
Prompt: #278 - Rapid Eye Movement
Warnings: Angst, allusions to sex, more angst, and did I mention angst?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 969
Summary: Savitry confronts the uncomfortable truths of existence among the living.
Notes: I'm back after far, far too long. Life reared its ugly head and my muses have been difficult to rein in. I hope I'm getting my groove back now.

For the living, the word dream was synonymous with hope. Hope for the future, for love, for peace. The dead can only remember what it was to live, to have a heart beating in their chests, to feel the sun warm their skin. The dead did not dream, they mourned. In sleep, the remains of their lives were thrown in stark relief against the reality of an existence among the still living. Perhaps this, Savitry thought, was why so many of her un-dead brethren chose to forgo sleep. That it wasn’t an act vital to their continued survival was a convenient, polite excuse to quell the unease of the living around them. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t wholly true either.

Our acceptance among them is already imperiled by the very nature of our creation. We are evil, unnatural things to them, and perhaps they are right in that. Only our curious sense of self-preservation keeps us from admitting the truth: We resent the living.

( The speech replayed in her mind as it had a thousand times since her hard won freedom from Arthas. )

Here I sit, broken-hearted...

Apologies for the twelve year-old potty humor, and if anyone wants me to finish the rhyme in the subject line (because you're way more mature than me and don't know it), I'll oblige in the comments.

Right now I liken my stomach to the Tea Party. It's full of hot air, makes a lot of noise, and airs a lot of grievances, but it fails to deliver anything of substance and is fucking it up for everybody else. My lower back is like the current Senate. The "good guys" are supposedly in control, but all they're doing is enabling the Tea Party to complete their aforementioned goals of fucking it up for the rest of us.

Sorry, I'm pretty freaking cranky today and bad political metaphors felt right. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll be coherent enough to raid. However, I fear I will be in bed instead. Good thing I have a well-stocked "library" not to mention the marvels of modern technology and a laptop I can take to bed with me, if I've got enough energy to use it.

Dealing with some upsetting news about the kiddo, upsetting news in Sam's family, and then my apparent flu-like bug. It has been A. Day. I have a lot of ahead of me in the coming weeks, so I may be pretty withdrawn and given only to talking about WoW, RP, and writing.