It's a pipe dream because first it would require me to actually make Phyrra and Cyrus, but I actually managed to make a proper sequel to Phyrra and Cyrus!

Now, there was already a spinoff, Smoke Ling, son of a Gunther, covering the son of Gunther King Slayer, the second villain in Phyrra and Cyrus, appearing in the second season, the enemy of Bard. It covered things set about 20 years after the end of the main story of Phyrra and Cyrus (technically 80 years before the epilogue since the epilogue is 100 years from the ending of the main story).

This was a proper sequel, set hundreds of years into the future.

I have the worldbuilding set up.

I have the main character(s). This story would, instead of being an allegory for being trans, would be an allegory for plurality.

Just need to iron out the finer detail points.

​Speaking of plurality though, I owe a ramble on that, too.

In December around Christmas, my family--myself included--got Covid.

We have had the vaccine, but I've not had the booster shot.

My cough and tiredness remained for like 20 days, but then I got better. I was fine.

Then, some time fairly recently, for a procedure, my father tested positive for covid again. This, in spite of having previously having tested negative. My family wrote it off as a false positive from the prior covid exposure on Christmas. Just to be sure, I asked my boss, and my boss said that I didn't need to take a test and could still work, and that was that. Nothing came of it.

But I am beginning to wonder.

Because I am permanently waking up with fatigue. Fairly bad fatigue, at that. This, in spite of taking every step to get plentiful high-quality sleep. I always feel well-rested, and it's 7-9 hours of sleep. Plenty of sleep, and it feels high-quality, too! In the past, I could tell high quality sleep from low quality sleep so I don't think I'm wrong that I am getting high quality sleep.

And yet, I am constantly neverendingly tired--in the exact same way as I was the 20 days after I got covid in Christmas.

You know what also happened for my Christmas covid? A persistent cough that just. would. not. go. away.

I don't have that now.

What I do have though is a sore throat that just. won't. go. away.

And constant fatigue.
And constant achey joints, a general feeling of being overly tired and exhausted.

It just feels so familiar​ to me.

And I mean that in a seven day sense.

Thursday was terrible. Car broke down due to cracked radiator, and a coworker didn't show up.

Today, a coworker didn't show up...and my backup car? Had a tire blowout.

Things just.

​Are not going my way recently.

Tomorrow I am going to be kicking myself hard over it.

"Bree you had all of these things you could have done and you could have talked about and you could have done work on" and so on and so forth, so hoo boy, tomorrow I am going to be plagued with "I suck" thoughts that have already begun to creep in tonight.

But, uh.

Brain fog is brain fog.

I'm just.

Genuinely.

Drawing blanks.

I legit started a notes thing on my phone, and yet: blanks...

All I want is to sleep...

But in this case, Thursday was just a really really bad day for me, leaving me with a desire to just have the day end.

Which it did, leading into today.

​But now, I must go, as my Friday is over, too.

That means I shouldn't have the computer on tonight to make a blog.

...My god, the time really seems to pass by quickly.

​So much of my life being wasted......

Things I will end up doing: well it's 4 am, so going to bed.

Which should've been done 2 hours ago since I wanted​ to take a shower tomorrow which would mean getting up early rather than late......

I still hate how bulky it is. I still hate how inefficient it is with all the unnecessary clutter. I still hate how I don't have a magnetic phone case for it. I still hate how it's clunky.

​But it's doing much better now and will actually do what I wanted it to, I think. Which is a massive improvement.

Sleeepyyyy.