LOL, brain

So, I've been having this recurring dream about MLP: FIM, and part of me is starting to believe it's an unaired episode (this happened in high school with Gargoyles too). In the dream, Fluttershy is reluctantly training with Rainbow Dash, and something happens, and Fluttershy gets critically injured, falls into a coma for most of the episode, gets transferred to a hospital in Canterlot, and Rainbow Dash becomes so upset, anxious, guilty, and freaked out that a running gag involves Pinkie Pie offering her sedatives that work for a few minutes before Rainbow Dash becomes high-strung again. Eventually, Princess Celestia steps in, calls Twilight Sparkle to the hospital, and teaches Rainbow Dash about being calm and patient while teaching Twilight Sparkle some healing magic, and when Fluttershy recovers, Rainbow Dash is far less egocentric and boastful, and Fluttershy is less timid and shy. Also, Spike volunteers to watch Fluttershy's menagerie while everyone is in Canterlot, which leads to hilarious results, and Angel the bunny finally becomes sympathetic because Fluttershy is gone for weeks and is deeply missed.
I'm sure this dream says something about me, but I'm not a good dream interpreter.

Also, Fluttershy is totally a Fainting Goat. Just like me. Except my Goatness comes from epilepsy and social phobia.

In actual life: Adam should be home from New Jersey some time today or possibly tomorrow. He's been there for a week, working at least ten hours a day, so the paychecks should be great. Oh... wait, no, he has to fly to Chicago tomorrow. He should be home very early on Sunday, like two in the morning. At least he'll get a day or two off after that.
Next week, I have an appointment with my psychotherapist, and at the beginning of May I have an appointment to renew my MetroAccess account. Then there's July. Oh, hells and deities, July is the big one. My SSDI court date is in July. I am freaking out.

Today, I took a Soma after a spastic hypertonic episode with hemiparesis, plus my right knee has been screaming like Pinkie Pie predicting Cerberus. Also, I probably should eat something besides yogurt.

Time for more writing.

Speaking of writing, here's a post about fanfiction and how some authors feel (not happy). Most of the comments here proudly defend fanfiction.
http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/68332629.html
From the fourth page of comments:
"Oh, bugger off. Authors who outright abhor it really irritate me. Be flattered that your characters and world have inspired people to create new stories for them. Fan fiction does not impede on any of their ability to make a living, and proper fan fiction writers know to always direct people to the original work or at least reference it. If someone does try to publish and make a living out of it, go ahead, go nuts and sue their asses. Otherwise, I don't see why you would care."
And from page six:
"I like how characters were treated in Ancient Greece. They were gods, celebrities, and had different stories depending on who was writing the plays. Everything was fanfic, and everything was awesome."
And from page eight:
"Frankly, I get that writers are wary of fanfic; characters are like your children and when other people put their hands on them and make them do things you are not comfortable with, that would be distressing. However, I would think I would just be satisfied by 1) the money and 2) the fact that only the events I write are canon and nothing some 13 year old with Microsoft Word writes can change that (and I say this as someone that gets all Death of the Author all the time). Plus, with or without fanfic people would have their own interpretation of characters anyway; that just life."

This is one of the reasons why I refuse to read a YA author named Cassandra Clare, who wrote Harry Potter fanfiction and plagiarized entire passages from published works, then somehow got an agent and published her fanfiction with altered names and passed everything off as completely original. Apparently when she was just writing fanfiction, she also conned her online fans into buying her stuff. I just cannot be having with any of that. I remember reading the first chapter of her first published book and actually wrinkling my nose, which is the other reason; her writing is awful. A great deal of fanfiction is awful and ugly, but a great deal of fanfiction is amazing and thought-provoking.
Moral: Fanfiction can absolutely help you find your voice and your wings, but seriously try to be original if you're going to try and get your work published.

Dragon Cat Tree remedy.

I've been craving a cheeseburger, but I've been feeling too sick to leave the house, so I ordered a cheeseburger and mozzarella sticks from Sam's near Walnut Hill in Gaithersburg.
I am very happy.
Still feeling hellish, which means doubling up on the Dragon's Blood and Cat's Claw and of course the Neem Bark. Migraine, fibromyalgia flare, spastic hypertonia flare, feverish feeling, joint pains, allergies. I've decided to be like Rarity and act like a drama queen for a while, because nobody (nopony) is around to watch, and also it's fun to play melodramatic occasionally.

(I do wish this video would quit repeating, however)

A rare jewelry shot

My three favorite gemstones: amber, kyanite, tourmaline. I'm not sure how well this works, but I like it so far.



Currently, I have a copper bracelet embedded with a large rainbow obsidian, made by Adam. I cherish rainbow obsidian and copper.

In my private little branch of agnostic eclectic polytheistic pagan belief system, I'm big on gemstones helping to enhance and guide my magics and such. It's hard to find a pendant that offers pentacle plus amber and kyanite and tourmaline, so I'll see how this triple pendant thing makes me feel. I just need to remember to remove it before sleeping and showering. I'm still figuring out how to magically charge the whole thing in a pagany type way.

Knock on head...

I love you, chocolate!

Reminder to self: Since the husband won't be home from work until Sunday, grocery shopping will need to happen tomorrow, as much as I can carry on the buses. It's too late to schedule a MetroAccess ride, but that's fine. I only need enough to last me the weekend. Safeway always has good deals.

I need to feel better tomorrow. This is ridiculous. Meditation and medication shall happen. Some qi gong, too. Also stretching. And more laughing.

I know fibromyalgia flares can make me feel like I've been run over by a truck, but it's rather enhanced today. I keep pouting in between laughing at My Little Pony FIM episodes and Futurama episodes. Sigh.

All I know is that right now, this widespread pain is so intense that I feel like I'm losing my mind. I feel feverish yet my temperature is average. Every movement is like burning or knives or burning knives. Thinking too much hurts. I want to sob and howl and cry for help. I know it will be over, but right now I am in one of those capsules of agony, you know? I am deep inside my body screaming until I have no voice. It's just one of those days, I suppose.

People wonder sometimes why I keep writing random itineraries here in LiveJournal. It's easier on my "disintegrating memory" (exact words from a psychologist during my SSDI profile). Also, there's a reason I keep my seizure diary here.

I'm starting to forget things already. Ah, right. Groceries. Friday. Yes.