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There is a note from the landlord by the toaster. The one that's exploded and shorted the fuses twice. It says "Toaster seems OK. Try it and get back to me."

NO. NO I WILL NOT.

I'm starting to think he's a hired killer, contracted to take me out.

Possibly it is revenge for all the tea stains on the walls.

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As usual, something from nothing. :D



"You are not enjoying the dances, Colonel?"

John looked over at Teyla, then back at the whirling, stomping mass of people and shrugged.

"I don't know. I just - mating dances. It's like something you'd see in a nature documentary, or something. I don't see how that's gonna help you pick your partner."

"I believe it tells you many things." Teyla's voice was steady and even, but John could tell she was a little pissed. "It shows coordination and teamwork, strength and skill, all traits of a fine hunter who will bring much to the home. Then there are - " she pointed at one dancer, at the subtle differences in the way he was moving - "choices that show appreciation for beauty, something of the dancer themself. And of course," She smiled, a small secretive smile, and John went back to watching the dancers again, "it shows much of a person's stamina. I met Kanaan at a celebration such as this."

"Well that's - I mean, that's great for you guys." John shifted, and an awkward silence fell between them for a few moments.

"You must remind me," Teyla eventually said, her face hard to read in the flickering golden firelight, "of your mating rituals on Earth."

John looked at her, surprised.

"Well we - we go to the movies, or dinner, or - I don't know, college football games maybe. And then I guess you, y'know," he shrugged and ducked his head a little, hoping the dim light would hide the slight flush, "sleep together, see if you're compatible. See what works."

Teyla studied his face for a moment.

"So you exchange your - money? - for a demonstration of the prowess of others, in situations that are not best suited for sociable conversation." She smiled slightly, one-sided, and looked back towards the dancers. "I see how I was mistaken. Clearly your ways are more suited to finding love." A quick sidelong glance. "I must ask Rodney to explain 'divorce rates' to me again."

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Just cut the back of my hair. This is something new and interesting for me. (Apart from that time when, in a fit of teenage angst, I cut off my ponytail rather severely...) :D I now have a faintly unnerving amount of hair in my bin and a breeze on the back of my neck.

Opinion pending.

My crazy, let me show you it

I do not understand how dizzy can come from the center of my back.

ETA: Okay, this is fucking ridiculous. I totally didn't get on with the antidepressants and I stopped taking them a long time ago, and I've felt so much better since doing so I can't even tell you. But I seriously think I need to go to the doctor and talk about getting some anti-anxiety meds of some description.

I'm all curled tight around a ball of oh fuck in my stomach to the point where I'm having these uncontrollable full-body flinches which keep making me smack various parts of my body into the desk involuntarily. I'd shift to the bed but my laptop would bounce off my lap - it's happened before, once, and the only thing I ended up able to do to counter it was to punch the wall until I bruised both my hands.

This is not right. And not right things are best dealt with by going to the doctor and asking for advice and/or medication, and that doesn't make me a failure in any way.

*decisive*

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Distracting myself is surprisingly helpful. Ergo, I bring you:

( Scenes from Atlantis: The Musical )

Any more scenes to add?