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“I could have been the most important man in at least two galaxies,” Rodney had told John, not all that long after they’d met. John was playing idly with Rodney’s hand, devising some sort of hellishly complicated handshake which seemed almost – if Rodney squinted and tilted his head just so – to be governed by some sort of complicated algorithm; Rodney was trying to find something that wasn’t the small smile on John’s face to occupy himself with.



*snippets at you*

Man, I'm all boring and useless today. Bleh.

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JUSTIFIED HOMICIDE RAMPAGE!

...Okay, so it's actually more JUSTIFIED SULKING PILE OF NNY, but still.

Newest annoyance on the list: one of my housemates has apparently been nicking my washing powder, which I so wouldn't care about at all except I'm having this stress related reaction to every kind except for the kinda expensive (and ecologically sound woot) one that I cannot get from any shop within walking distance, and right now I can't even really spare the money for the bus fare let alone the washing powder. Until Princess pays back the twenty quid I loaned him months ago, I'm just gonna have to make do with the limited pile of already clean clothes.

People are poopy, yo.


I am making up for this by ignoring the pile of work for an hour and watching Epiphany. 'cos homespun hairy Sheppard is hot enough, but capable barely-reined anger Rodney is sex-onna-MALP-onna-stick. XD

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The level of hatred I have for my course and everything associated with it right now is ridiculous. DUNWANNA DO ANYTHING AT ALL!

Also: What what Hewletts this week what? Oh man, now I'm all discombobulated. I think I need more time to come to terms with the fact that I GET TO SEE KATE AND DAVID THIS WEEK because I'm not nearly ridiculously excited enough. I thought it was, like, time away!

*flails a little*

I'd better get some cheques before then, for serious.

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Pee Ess: Oh, Ford. I miss you, Ford. D:

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The figure at the door scowled at them, eyes bright blue in its pale face.

"Well? Are you coming?" Fingers were snapped in their direction. "You'll tell me how the hell you ended up floating in the middle of the nowhere between galaxies, at some point, and more to the point how you persuaded Atlantis to let you in, but right now I've been asked to take you up to the control room to meet Sheppard and Carter. Smartest man in two galaxies and they ask me to take you up to the control room. You think that kind of thing's in my job description? Because I sure as hell don't."

One of the stowaways looked at the other, eyebrow raised. The other clutched his dressing gown a little tighter about himself and raised an eyebrow back.

"Wow," said Ford. "Deja vu."