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Major Davis is a bitch. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1901001&time=1086758685

The man jumped me in the shower, and blinked those pretty eyes at me, and pouted until I threw my pouf at him. Then he scrubbed my back (hey, he's useful). *mutter* God-damnit.

In other news, it's fucking hot here. And I should SO be in bed.

*kicks Davis again*

Another living day is lost on you.

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate the characters in my brain? Yeah. I do.

So, as mentioned, Paul Davis stole my brain in the shower last night. And I wrote him (he had cute eyes, and he kept saying no one EVER writes him.... How could I resist?), and then posted. And went to bed.

And everything was fine. I had dreams about Underworld, actually.

Walked to work this morning. Halfway there, I suddenly have Daniel Jackson walking next to me, hands in his pockets. He's mumbling at me, shooting me these sad little, "Our lives suck" looks. And. Fucking hell. I now have something that vaguely resembles a series. Because I know where it's going. Or where it might go. And I know why Daniel had to be next. And Teal'c gets to tell some of it, too.

But, see, Daniel also clued me in to this little fact. Sam's already told her bit. Lovefool.

Almost a timeline.

This, of course, while walking. To work. I swore at him. Aloud. Caused a few people I was walking by to eye me oddly. Got rained on. My computer still wasn't all mine, so I sat and wrote most of Daniel's thing.

Worked.

Walked home barefoot. Harry Maybourne decided to come break his sanity in my head (during Paradise Lost, sadly). So I had to write that. And then Daniel's thing (which isn't finished. The Harry thing is, and it's weird). And, soon, the next piece of the puzzle.

And I still haven't figured out what the hell is at the center of this...

I also have Jean Grey flopped on a couch in the Plot Weasel room. She keeps mocking Lestat (who should really know better. She IS a redhead, after all), and smirking any time I think of writing anything X.

The woman is an evil bitch.

...Ah, it's the Sam and Jack get drunk and screw song... "What were you thinking/what was I drinking/when you staged that little coup" -- Jane Wiedlin 'Fallen'.

(or the Jo and Roper, Jean and Scott, Kitty and Random Guy, Dom and Nate, Paige Guthrie and Jono.... Just... about any perfect random person, falling for the Wrong Person... Ok, so that doesn't apply to Dom and Nate. Still... ;) song)

Should go sleep. Must get up for work.

Dear, GOD, do I hate work.