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*was once so close to Heaven Peter came out and gave me a medal, declaring me the nicest of the damned*

I'm vaguely snotty and throat hurty and stomach-achey and general blargh, and yet still so much betterfeeling than yesterday that I actually count this a win. It's sad. I have to tidy my room today, but I'm far more tempted to finish off the McShep ficletty thing I started yesterday and read some fanfic. ¬_¬ Possibly I could do both? Hahahahaha with my time-management skills hyeah, right.

Again, meme doing the rounds currently:

( My Picturesspam )

(For some reason, photobucket's warning that moving an image would break a direct link read to me as 'warning: moving an image is thinking with your dick.')


P.S. LJ, what the hell are you doing? I have to reload every page about five times to get anywhere and it's getting annoying. Stop 'improving' things!

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I am in the - somewhat unprecedented - position of really wanting to tidy my room but not quite being able to. I think I'm developing a cold on top of everything else so I may have to hide my keyboard somewhere, ensure a lack of whining. I really don't want to go to work tomorrow, but I seem to be getting worse so I'm going to save testing the good nature of my employers until I really, really need it. And it's half term in a week, so I'll have a rest then in any case. When I'm not in Manchester, anyway, watching SG:A and QAF and whining pathetically at soupytwist.

I'm feeling faintly fragile, at the moment. Waiting for another crying jag, like I had about a month ago; I broke down on my mum a bit last night over my hair falling out, but it was only a small amount of sniffling. I'd really quite like to get it over with, you know, because my job does require a certain level of toughness and if someone rubs me up the wrong way this week there's really no telling if I'll be able to cope with it.

Ah well. I'm achieving not much of anything but I'm writing here and there - SG:A, mostly, although there's Good Omens percolating in the back of my head. It's something, at least.