I think fate has it in for me. I don't know what a 'normal' month is.

Thanksgiving was ok - noisy beyond belief, and I'm not used to screaming kids and adults screaming to be heard over them. It definitely wasn't fun talking about how long Papa will survive. For those of you who don't know, he's on dialysis, but it's not working so well anymore and he's slowly dying.

And two days later, I'm sick - most likely caught the bug from someone on thanksgiving, 'cause otherwise I haven't been around anyone but the hubby, and he's healthy as a horse.

My throat hurts so much I can barely swallow, talking is a trial. My body aches, and I think I'm running a fever. NONE of these bode well for NaNo, or finishing my fics.

That's frustating, because I've been working DAMN hard on them. SO DAMN HARD. Last night I worked ALL night before the fever really hit, just trying to finish. And I'm SO close. I've got another page or two to do on the one, and about 5 pages on the other.

And they're both due - over due - on extensions. I hate asking for extensions. I always feel like they'll think I'm not working on it, that I'm making excuses, when i can SHOW evidence I'm working on it when I can. But life just seems to keep getting me down.

I feel like hell. I hate being sick :(