But first, an important question--who on my flist was recently mourning the loss of chocolate-covered pretzels? Identify yourself!
I'm incredibly tired after three unrestful nights in a row. I've gotten almost nothing done so far at work this week blah blah blah and have to come up with something to show for my time by tomorrow.
Also, I discovered that some fuckwit on the janitorial staff threw away several things of mine--posters, gym clothes, knick-knacks. I was still in the process of unpacking after our move and I'd temporarily dumped all this into my cubicle's recycling box. And, okay, I didn't label it to say "PLEASE NOTICE THAT THESE ARE PERSONAL ITEMS OF VALUE AND NOT A BUNCH OF CRAP MEETING HANDOUTS ON RECYCLABLE PAPER." I assumed that anyone with the mental acuity of a cabbage or greater would know not to empty the box, which was set against the back wall along with other unorganized stuff. I gave too much credit to the cabbages.
But not everything is stupid.
- At lunch I found the felt-tip pens I've been looking for. The heavens opened up, a ray of light illuminated them, angels sang. Ink may redeem me.
- Briefly and perversely energized by my distress over that "recycling" fuck-up, I paid several late bills.
- I have the last two SGA eps downloaded to my laptop to watch. At the moment I'm still steeping in the anticipation.
- Dinosaurs.
- The icon on this post.
And then there's a particular SGA John/Rodney story I have to mention, In Shades of Indigo and Violet, by
out_there. I adore this story. I'll be leaving feedback for the author, but I wanted to rec it too. When I read this the first time a week or so ago, I had one of those heart-expanding feelings of happiness, the kind where you realize I love fandom *SO* much! It's wingfic. Shut up and click!Since then, I've had winged Rodney in my head. My own winged Rodney--I'd love to write that story. I'd love to write many stories. There are a lot of things I'd like to have. I don't want a pony, but I want a lot of ponylike things. If one of them is wanting to write, does that mean I want to be a pony?
It's questions like these that mean I should really get some sleep.