mrrr

am alive.

eta: A.j.! Your momma has my big purple towel! *sads*

hrm.

poked ff100. They don't allow what I'd like to do (Women of Blake's 7. I'd just have to pick one). so, er, screw that. I'll just do it on my own.

It would also be pointless to do it for Sam/Jack since I already wrote 100 Sam/Jack fics.

hrm. work. sigh. We'll see if they keep us an extra hour again.

eta: also. called dentist. Was politely told to fuck off, as I am not a patient there. Again, what are the benefits of non-socialized medicine?

*SNEEZES*

Teh Nos' has given me the Death Flu. The internet is a bad place. Listen to your parents.

My jaw is doing fun cracking things, my ears are stopped up, and the back of my throat is scratchy (this does not make for a good voice for customer service. Coughing every thirty seconds during a call isn't good public image).

And I am beginning to blow my nose. sigh.

Today was a six aspirin day, though. Sigh. One of these days, my liver is going to revolt and take my kidneys to Tahiti.

Also. PLEASE. When you order something online? Make sure you triple-check your address, and your order, and every other fucking thing before hitting submit. And don't fucking complain if you got something wrong and the CS people can't change it.

*gives the world two fingers*

Hrm. Dinner.