Evangeline is no longer talking to me.  I'm not sure if it is the cold meds, but I have hit a stone, cold wall.  Even my muse isn't showing up anymore.  Time to put Evangeline back on a back burner and let her simmer for awhile.  Maybe I can pick her up again for Nanowrimo.

This sinus infection is kicking my ass and trying to move into my lungs.  Asthma thankfully is no longer acting up.  I hate my body most of the time, but right now, it has beaten me into submission.  I just wish I could sleep on my back instead of drowning whenever I lay down.