So, so far, my electricity has shut off twice in 30 minutes, making me lose most of my information and right in the middle of a paragraph to. Both times! I hate dust storms. They get sand every where and irritate my sinuses. It sucks something fierce. But at least it's not snow! That's a good thing, right?

Right, anyways. I'm now sitting here with a candle and a lighter within easy grabbing distance as I curse my cold. Apparently if you put me into a cold enviroment, I can walk out side wearing sandles and a light jacket and not get a cold, but you put me into a desert enviroment and I get a cold for three months!! What is it with my system.

Of course, this sucks for me because I can't really drink milk, or eat/drink honey, unless it's a really expensive type of honey...

Yeah, lovely right?

To move on. Since I haven't slept in nearly 24 hours due to said cold, I have written the prolouge and part of the first chapter to my story. I would have written more, but my slice opened and I had to stop so that I didn't bleed all over my key board.

Ah, yes, I've sliced open my finger last night. Spent 5 and 1/2 hours at the emergency room for some liquid stiches. Yeah, painful. Very, very painful. I'm drugged on pain killers and cold medicine and I still can't get to sleep!

Okay, rant over.

Anyways, I'm off to see if I can't finish my paragraph, finally...

Byes!