Frozen Over

Yesterday I woke up sicker than I've been in a long time.  This didn't come as a terrible surprise.  I'd been subsisting on Nyquil, and Dayquil, and all of the other ___quils you can think of for the better part of a week, so a terrible peak was somewhat inevitable, if not a little disappointing.

You see, it faked me out.  Sunday went really well, and I thought I'd kicked it.  Monday was okay too.  Tuesday night, though?  That fucker came back with a vengeance.  A vengeance.  Poor Liz was over that night and I guess she hardly slept.  All I (barely) remember was a miserable, fever-wrought eight hour coughing spell.  I think I got the better deal.

So I called in sick yesterday and took time to recuperate.  In my world, that means work... but the fun kind of work.  Screenwriting work.

Thus, in the early-mid-noonish hours (I was too strung out on nasty to watch the clock) editing hell finally froze over.  The script was completed.  At least the first draft was.

So now it's out there, and I'm once again left with the strange anti-climax of completion.  On to the next thing, I suppose, while I wait to hear from all of my most trusted friends whether this project is as F-ing sweet as I think it is.  The suspense is killing me.

Two reviews are already in, though.  You'll be happy to hear that our parents really like it. Now that's a demographic you can take straight to the fucking bank.