More bullet points o’ doom

- Noah’s party was decimated as one of the two remaining attendees under 30 came down with, of all things, whooping cough. However he and his one little friend + three grandparents had a ball, pizza and cake were had (original plan was sandwiches but we have this deli meat recall/death thing going up here…) and happy birthday was sung. It was just fine. Although we have learned NEVER EVER schedule a birthday party on Labour Day weekend (not that we did, originally). Pics to come.

- Tomorrow I get to do my first author interview for my first interview + review for my new site. Actually I only ever wrote one review for my old site. But I am coming out of the closet now as a reader of fiction and writer of reviews. It helps that my web editor (me) thinks I can do it. ;) Publication date for the review is in two weeks.

- Yes I am going to review The Gargoyle as well. Did you think I was wasting my ARCs?

- Yes this highlights that when I thought I was dying (I’ve decided that having lived another week or so, I’m obviously not) the ONE THING that killed me was that I didn’t write enough. Did I write on the subway today? No. I listened though.
- I was approved for the car loan without incident, just me me me on my my my salary. It’s kind of exciting. Pick the car up Fri.

- I am still sick. I slept for 5 days in a row, basically… oh ok I held Noah’s party, went to the park (pics also to come) and did a few things. But I slept. And I still feel like someone ran me over with a bus. And then a Smart Car. Appointments pending. And yes, the dread AutoImmuneDisorder is on the agenda, and allergy tests in the future. Sigh. I spent my childhood allergic to eggs, wheat, corn, and milk. So it would not entirely surprise me if I end up celiac or something, although I don’t have one of the major symptoms. Good call J.