So I was all better, got my voice back, was feeling great. Had all my writing for this damn next chapter ready to go this weekend. And it's been a real nasty bitch to write let me tell you, won't listen to what I say at all. Then I woke up this morning with the flu. I am now sitting under five blankets with a heater on shivering my butt of and trying not to throw up.
AND MY UTERUS DECIDED IT HATES ME TOO!
So i've decided im Bubble Boy now... My immune system can obviously not be trusted.
So this is my very complain-y way of saying unless I wake up feeling miraculous tomorrow don't expect the next chapter of Against the Sun any time soon. It's so close to finished but I can't see out of one eye cause it's watering too much.
As Show Pony said in Chapter 6: The Lobby, please send my immune system your "strongly worded letter of complaint"