Fic:: Love Story
Feb. 18th, 2005 03:31 pmArgh. Argh. Today is clearly my day for doing stupid things. I had my alarm set for nine this morning, as I have a lot I wanted to do today. Alarm went off, I sat up blearily, switched it off, thought, I'm not that tired, but ten minutes more won't hurt...
I woke up again four fucking hours later. How do I do this? How can any healthy human being require so much sleep? And I've just discovered I've got to be in work tomorrow at nine, and the odds of my waking up in time are slim to none.
And talking of stupid things, I have a new poison of choice. Instant coffee and hot chocolate powder mixed in boiling water, milk no sugar. It's great. Gives me my caffiene hit without the diuretic effect. Only, I have just knocked a full mug of it over my computer! My speakers are now crackling. Why do I do these things?
ARGH. Argh. Also, poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, my only copy, English coursework, blah, totally unreadable and hanging out of window to dry. I hate everything.
Also - the residents and Ron are coming round tonight to kidnap me. I don't know exactly what we're doing, but I'm sure it will be fun. Then I will come home and not sleep and stagger into work as a newly reanimated zombie.
Anyway! This post was supposed to be a public fic-post. I've just ended up whining. The icon is by
frahulettaes, and ohmy, the pretty. I never liked Stargate slash because I'm not a huge fan of Jack/Daniel (okay, okay, I am now, but I wasn't, before) and now suddenly my OTP is Daniel/Rodney. Characters who have never met in canon. I don't get it. I blame
troyswann. And
tafkarfanfic, who betaed this one.
Fic:: Love Story
by Raven
PG-13,
pegasus_b, SG-1/SGA, slash, Daniel/Rodney
( Oxford, 1985 )
Edited to add: Speakers went boom! I think I'm going to cry.
I woke up again four fucking hours later. How do I do this? How can any healthy human being require so much sleep? And I've just discovered I've got to be in work tomorrow at nine, and the odds of my waking up in time are slim to none.
And talking of stupid things, I have a new poison of choice. Instant coffee and hot chocolate powder mixed in boiling water, milk no sugar. It's great. Gives me my caffiene hit without the diuretic effect. Only, I have just knocked a full mug of it over my computer! My speakers are now crackling. Why do I do these things?
ARGH. Argh. Also, poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, my only copy, English coursework, blah, totally unreadable and hanging out of window to dry. I hate everything.
Also - the residents and Ron are coming round tonight to kidnap me. I don't know exactly what we're doing, but I'm sure it will be fun. Then I will come home and not sleep and stagger into work as a newly reanimated zombie.
Anyway! This post was supposed to be a public fic-post. I've just ended up whining. The icon is by
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Fic:: Love Story
by Raven
PG-13,
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( Oxford, 1985 )
Edited to add: Speakers went boom! I think I'm going to cry.