It's official:
I'm brain-dead.
Now, I've lived the past twelve or so years, semi-against my will, in a desert. As a result, you'd think I'd remember the importance of hydrating and making sure I drink plenty of liquids, especially when I take into account the fact I have low blood pressure and see little gold dots or get swarmed by blackness if I stand up too quickly. (The gold dots are really distracting- there's just these little gold floating specks that I'm tempted to grab at...) But no. Today, I didn't drink enough. And I didn't eat enough. And then I went to martial arts and during the warm-ups- which were of the intense variety- began to a) fall over a grand total of seven times and b) get water cramps. I finally went out when I fell out of a horse stance. For those who don't know, a horse stance is kind of the hardest to fall out. Imagine sitting on top of a horse. That's a horse stance.
Today was busy. I got my license after having a minor panic attack (more on this later) and got a rejection slip from the second story I've tried to publish. I should get a bulletin board or something to post them on....
I have two other stories I haven't heard anything back from yet. One of them's been there for six months. I'm wondering if this is the sort of thing where no news is good news, or that the longer they wait, the likelier it is that they'll run your story.
Note: if I'm wrong here, please don't correct me. Allow me to live in my sad, deluded little world.
Now I'm going to go do something productive. Probably.
Later!