What's doing?

Nothing. Same shit, different day. Ring a bell?

I still have a damned cold. Or, better yet, I can't get rid of this friggin cough. This has been going on for two months. Cold -- getting better -- getting sick again -- getting a bacterial infections -- another cold and now it's a cough.

Yay. Don't I feel peachy?

I wrote my very first book. Can't do anything with it but at least I have my first book standing on my shelf.



I am completely and utterly proud of myself. Only problem is the story sucks big time. But I can always re-write, which I won't because it's fanfic anway.
I've started on the second part which is WAY better.

But since I now know that I am capable of actually finishing a story, I think I might just try and come up with something on my own. Which is harder than you'd expect because you don't want to steal from the authors you love. You want it to be your own. So I have to do a whole lot of research. Because I won't be satisfied with a normal, typical, cute lovestory. I need something more. Something fantastically dark . I'd love to include fangs but hey -- too many books out there right now.

But I will definately invent one hell of a hawt guy. Betcha ass on it.

Today I realized that I feel like going out again. To an average club with average music. No ska or punk stuff, no goth or metal or alternative rock. Just every day normal kiddie music. Pop shit.
I really feel like doing that some time. I just need to find someone to go with me. And bring along a camera. You never know if eye-candy is out there or not, right?

I tortured myself at the gym today. Exquisite pain. Sounds sick, I know but it feels good, especially if you've been locked in the house for weeks. I feel so much better after the gym. Just a little tired. I'll be going back tomorrow, again.
I have to get used to it, after doing nothing for three months.

Anyway -- I'm headed to bed.
Night all.