SUGARRRRRR!!!

So last night, I have to dogsit. Again. You know, even though I theoretically get weekends off. But my stepfather has a Celebration Winds concert--he's a non-profiteer by day, a drummer by night--my mother's the, uh, groupie, and Sister Girl's at work, so I'm the only one left home. So I'm trying to sack out and watch Spider-Man II on TV, which (amazingly) I had never seen, despite having put the first Spidey in the book, but forget that, because the puppies decide to surpass themselves in badness. ( Trufax )

Thank you, by the way, for all the condolences for Meko. I think my stepfather's doing a little better now. I cried a little, and I miss her, but it's hard to think about anything for very long these days, what with the Puppy Rampage going on 24/7. I thought I was hoarse from yelling at them, but I woke up this morning with packed sinuses and the sore throat from hell, and somehow, my stepfather's come down with it too. (Sister Girl's gracious well-wishes: "AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA, you have what I had!") So I spent the day wrapped up in blankets with Advil and Allegra-D and 10 cc's of homemade milkshake and TWO COKES, which is important when you realize that I kicked Mountain Dew back late last summer, and the only time I have caffeine, usually, is when I get a frozen Coke at the movie theater. And I have not been to the theater since... Damn, I don't even remember what I saw. The Namesake? Something like that. So now that the medicine's also had a little time to kick in, I am SO VERY, VERY ALERT.

Also, I have realized something about myself. I am really, really good at world-building and creating casts of thousands and engineering all these complex sagas. I am really, really bad at following through with any kind of finished story or novel. I've come up with two complex premises--characters, settings, storylines, the whole shebang--in the last month, and I am getting absolutely nowhere with them. Woe.