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Saturday, February 18th, 2012
I had a plan

Today I had the plan of going to Missoula to do some location research on Blood Winter. Sadly I have now come down with the kid crap. Illness rarely keeps me awake unless it’s significant, and unless I am coughing. So I’m asleep last night and I wak up to terrible nausea and a sinus headache (that last from the storm moving in). And then I didn’t sleep. I also had some other issues along the TMI line of things. So today I spent a lot of time sitting and sleeping and drinking sprite and eating crackers. Here’s the weird thing. As nauseous as I am, I still want a double cheeseburger. Mind you, I’d probably throw it up, but I want it anyhow.

And random snippet:

The four guards started forward to pull him away, but Thor and Alexander turned deadly looks on them.

“Let the sawbones work,” Thor drawled, falling heavy into his Texas accent.

“He’s not a doctor, he’s a fucking sorcerer,” one growled.

“Actually, I’m a witch,” Gregory said mildly, not letting go of his new patient. “Sorcerers are much more powerful than I’ll ever be, and frequently they are mentally impaired. You really don’t want to mess around with the likes of them.”

“We don’t want to mess around with the likes of you,” sneered another guard, the muzzle of his gun rising to fix on Gregory’s chest.
Alexander made a hissing noise. “Do not even think about it.”

“Or what? I’ll kill you, too? Sounds like a pretty good plan to me.”

Alexander smiled a slow, crocodile smile. “Do you want to try?”

The other man blanched.

“All of you shut up and back off,” Gregory snapped. “it’s okay,” he told the woman gently. She looked scared half to death. “I will fix you up. Your kids too. You don’t have to be afraid.”

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