So...

I had apparently decided to play the role of one of the undead for Halloween. Seriously. I was so incredibly sick for a couple of days. It started on Thursday. I had felt it growing throughout the day, but it had been mostly minor. Then, as we were preparing to watch Halloween II, I had to make a pit stop in the bathroom where I proceeded to violently sick anything that was in my stomach then into the toilet. This consisted of water and yogurt, because it's all I had on Thursday (due to my ever-growing nausea throughout the day). This marks the first time I've vomited since being in country (I think). It was pretty vicious. I can, however, happily state that I still watched Halloween II that night (followed by immediately rushing back to the toilet).

After taking anti-nausea/anti-vomiting medication, I finally recovered well enough to not sleep through the night (too many aches and pains). The next day, while exhausted, saw no need to vomit. It also saw only the tiniest of sandwiches due to a lack of appetite. Today's been better. Still not 100%, but I wouldn't expect me to be. I am, however, mostly better, which is good. The one bummer is that this sickness prevented me from doing anything neat for Halloween. There was a Halloween thing at the American School that I could have worked, and there was a party at one of the 3rd year Volunteer's home that I could have gone to. Which brings me to another point. The last time I was sick, Eric (the 3rd year) invited us to his place for dinner. Apparently, I only get sick if I'm expected to go over to his place. Note to self, never go to Eric's.

Well, it's National Novel Writing Month time again people. If you haven't yet begun your 50,000 word novel yet, you still have time--seeing that today is the 1st. I highly recommend it. Though, originally, I wasn't going to participate (seeing that I wrote a novel in 3 weeks like... a month or two ago and I have two other novel projects that I'm wanting to finish), I've since changed my mind. Actually, it was yesterday. Last night, really. I was listening to Flogging Molly, and suddenly, an idea came to mind out of nowhere. It both excited me and frustrated me (because, dammit, now I have to write). It will blend fiction and non-fiction. It's another Peace Corps themed novel. Based on someone similar to me living right now, during the final days leading up to the election. The character's past, motivations, etc. are all different. The title is currently "Man With No Country." Named after the Flogging Molly song I was listening to that inspired me. It's a writing style that I think I like--a true blurring of fact and fiction that the reader is really uncertain about what's real and what isn't. Anywho, I'm currently at 3343 words. I want to get a little more into tonight, but still... I'm over a day ahead right now (this won't last). I also have absolutely no idea where this story is going to go, and I'm okay with that, too.

For those in the Halloween mood (or who simply like horror-themed stories), here's a link to a zombie story that I wrote (which will probably end up being a part of a novel about zombies that I have on the back burner): Evolved.