Count to ten...

Hrm. I find myself craving strange things. Mary Sues. The ones who get Jack or Daniel or Sam.

And, no. I don't know why.

My brain just... wants something trashy.

And the rampant romance novel that is the large portion of Sam/Jack fic is apparently not trashy enough. (though, if I read one more story where Jack speaks eloquently to his feelings... *shudder*)

Have been watching Dead Like Me.... And, imagine, being the SGC's reaper. That would be, like, a full-time job. But un-rewarding, since half the time, it would be a wrong appointment! And Daniel? So not a post-it ever to be believed. .. Unless Daniel IS the SGC's reaper. ;)

hrm..

My brain has shut down. Again. Oh well.

Right. Gimme ideas, people.

Person. Thing, object, name, whatever.

I'll accept... uh.. well, let's see how many I get.

At a cap, 10? 20?

I need something to poke my brain into action.