not dead yet

spoke too soon. the cough has taken over my life and is soon to have me banished from my desk and into a hermetically sealed room until i either get better or run out of oxygen, whichever comes first.
you know, i wish i could think of all the cool things i’ve thought to write about when i’m actually here typing. instead, all i do is whine about being sick or busy at work or how much i wish i had a warm, stubbly boy in my big, bouncy bed to kiss my forehead and tell me i can go back to sleep because he called my boss and told him i’m too sick to go to work today. *sigh*
ever since i got an email from someone asking if i’d do some photography for them i’ve been completely without inspiration. i’ve barely taken my camera out of its (newest and coolest) bag this year. i became immensely intimidated at the prospect of being responsible for actually producing good quality images for someone other than myself and any inclination i had to make photos has run for the hills, rather than face the challenge. how sad is that?
all right, back to the coughing. oh, and yay for paydays!