The clock is ticking towards the big Clarion adventure. I'm starting to get nervous about it all. What if I get there and can't write anything? Worse, what if I get there and I just plain suck. I'd hate to put fifteen seemingly nice people in the position of euthanize my delusions of being a professional writer. Not that it's really going to stop me. I don't write because I want to make money from it; I write because I can't NOT write. Still, it'd be nice to not have everything I write be meaningless tripe.

So, yeah, getting nervous.

I shipped my stuff off today, or most of it. it'll probably get there way too early, and I definately overpacked by about fifty percent, but done is done. And who knows, I might even be grateful to have overpacked. There's a certain sense of security in having pretty much my whole life with me.

I wonder if Brian would fit in a suitcase? Probably not. maybe I can bribve him into loading the pets into the car and visiting. I bet the cats would just love that. especially since they cry for hour after going to the vet, which is, incidently, within walking distance of our house.

I'm also going to miss my racquetball sessions. Okay, so Vicki and I haven't really played a game yet, but I'm getting much better at hitting the ball (no minor feat since my eyes work independantly of each other apparently and I have really awkward depth perception). Also, it's great exercise and leaves me feeeling all energized and happy. I have got to exercise more often. Unfortuantely, no one has jumped forward in the Clarion class to play. There has been some talk of baseball or softball, which I really suck at, but het, I'll take what I can get.

In the meantime, I really need to go to campus and pin down another reader for my thesis if I want to register for it for the upcoming semester. I can hopefully catch Thom (my director) at his summer class when I get back, but the professor I want to ask to read is notoriously hard to catch up with and if I want to have any hope at all I have to grab him after the film class he's teaching for the summer. A class which ends Friday, incidently. Sigh...

In better news I did manage to finally get all my medications filled in sufficient doses to last through the workshop. Actually, only the PTU (a thyroid suppressant--I have Grave's Disease) was a hassle, but it was a major hassle. My prescribed dosage was changed so the quantity of pills was also altered. Having just recently run out I didn't realize this and thought I'd be getting the regular amount in one refill which would be plenty to tide me over. Not so much it seemed. So, I went back to the pharmacy, PTU for me and steroids for the ferrets still in hand and explained that I needed what ended up being two more refills (probably only really needed one, but each was for thirty days, this was then about three weeks and change from departure, so I wanted to be sure I wouldn't run out near the end). I was told politely that they would have to call my doctor to confirm that it was okay. No problem.

The problem came a few days later when they had finally gotten in touch with my doctor and had it approved. It seems that there are limits to how soon drugs can be refilled and the pharmacist wasn't going to refill mine until June eleventh. I'm leaving on the seventh so this was an issue. I explained the situation and the pharmacist said she was sorry, but that there wasn't anything she could do since it was a whole big thing about my insurance company not being willing to pay if I refilled it so soon. Anyway, after having rather tedious verbal run around for awhile, especially since my insurance company is in California (it's through Brian's work and he telecommutes), I finally just asked what would happen if I paid for the medicine out of pocket. The answer--I could have the medication, but that it could get costly. It didn't. My insurance usually covers all but $3.97 of this prescription; the full cost is $6.97. I tell you that three dollars nearly broke the bank.

Still, I was lucky in that regard. Some of the migraine medicines and antidepressants I used to take (the former having never helped and the latter no longer being necessary, at least so far) were pricey. I think the Zomig was eighty or ninety bucks for six tablets. Yeesh!

Oh, hey! I got my grades for the semester. Not as great as I would have liked but I did get an A- in the American Lit class, which means I must have done pretty well on the Poe paper. That was a thrill since I was really, really worried about it. I'd never had one paper count for so much of my grade before. Still, I suppose it was a good practice run for the thesis where one paper is the whole darn class. :)

You know, at this point I am pretty much just babbling. It's late, I'm tired, and my head aches a bit. So, I'm going to say good nigt for now. Later, all!