Mashed Potatoes Are Good For The Soul

…Or atleast for the sore throat.

Yay for random titles.

Well, not quite. I’ve had a sore throat for the last two days and with talk of the chicken pox going around? I’m a little worried. I think I’m the only eighteen year old in the country to never have had the damned thing. On the one hand, I don’t want them!  On the other, if I got them now it reduces the chance of getting them again (and I’m still bitter about being told it’s impossible to get it twice and yet I have friends who have proven the contrary.) …and I heard as you get older it gets worse. Ugh.

In the words of some very awesomely funny cats:

“DO. NOT. WANT.”

So if you don’t see me posting as often for a while? I might be reduced to a bed-ridden, red-spotted, itchy ball of misery and bitchery.

 Lovely mental image there, I’m sure.

In other news my friend (guess she’d technically also be my crit or writting partner? Doesn’t have a blog or anything I can link to unfortunately) came up with a way to get both of our butts in gear for writting our current WIPs. Basically we have to produce something for the other to see every weekend and it has to be atleast a page long. I was technically giving myself a daily word count but this mght work better and I find it also makes me want to push for more than a page. I find I feel a whole lot more motivated too when it’s not just me that I’m promising.

Plus, I get something to read each weekend. Big bonus!