What a week. Blech.
Wednesday’s allergies became Thursday and Friday’s head cold. I lost three days to feeling like my brain was wrapped in dry cotton. I lost three evenings of study to falling asleep several hours earlier than I normally would, even if I met my ideal, but unreasonable, bedtime.
Needless to say, the house-warming party I had doubts in attending is now completely out of the question. I’m not a big fan of parties. I’d rather get together for a reason – bowling, for example – but I do need to get out of the house once in a while. Such is life. My weekend is now a cram session to get caught up on my study schedule.
Seven weeks and counting. Seven weeks from now I’ll be about halfway through this monumental exam. Seven weeks from now I may even have an inkling on whether or not I have a shot at scoring well on this exam that carries a 50% pass rate.
As that date creeps closer, The Muse has crept out of hiding. I have stories running through my head, distracting me, tempting me. She knows I can’t write until I get my lessons done for the week, but that is when she shines – when I can’t.
What, Dear Writer? You don’t have time for me? Then, try this new character – his name is Blood Rain and he plays lead guitar and sings for a band call Krev Nik’o. It’s a black metal band, by the way, and so you’ll need to do some research about that musical genre. What you learned by watching Bones the other night just won’t cut it for your OCD mindscape.
I beat back The Muse for now. I gave Rain a page on Twitter where he flirts with his girlfriend and keeps an eye on the ex that can put her in tears with just a few words. The Muse won’t be satisfied with that for long, but I only need seven more weeks, or at the very least, to get caught up on this foggy-brained week.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to blow my nose. Again. And I’m sure you don’t want me to share that with you, Dear Readers.