Stoopid head, the sequel

Naturally, my fickle cranium picked a horrible day to go south on me. I'd been looking forward to the Z-man's baby shower, and then about an hour before we got there, my brain started feeling like it was going to ooze out my sinuses. I only managed an hour at the party--and an anti-social one, at that--before I had to bail. Grrr.

Finally started feeling a bit better a few hours ago, thank goodness, but wish it had happened sooner.

I suppose I'll simply have to go pester Z and his daddies on my own sometime soon. Hrmph.


Hoping I feel more productive this week. I've been behind on my Official Writing Gig stuff lately due to muses living it up somewhere relaxing and fun. Stoopid muses.