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Tired and cranky. Yup, that's me. I feel like I'm coming down with a cold, or a sinus infection. Took a decongestant last night, and it screwed up my sleep something awful. I felt so restless that I couldn't stay in bed, even though I was half-asleep. I had to get up and walk around. Then I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up all confused and discombobulated at 2:00 am.

I did manage to get back to sleep, but I'm exhausted, my glands still hurt, and my legs are achy from exercising.

And could someone please tell me why the hell the table function in Microsoft Word defaults to top alignment for the text? Why would I want my words floating around up there? It looks ridiculous. Why doesn't it default to all the exact properties that I want? And why is it September already? Where did the summer go to? It's too soon for fall. Because then it will be winter. And how come aren't people writing me Sheppard/McKay smut? Is that too much to ask? Come on, just a snippet will do me. Really.

::sighs::

On a brighter note, I watched more "Firefly" last night--"Trash". Mmmm, naked Mal. Just thinking about that ep makes me smile, if only a little.

Coffee. Maybe coffee will help.

Is it time to go home yet?

just for you, cherie

Date: 2004-09-02 02:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] raqs.livejournal.com
"I really think it's past time to start panicking."

"Well, I don't. Come on. It's just a little cave-in."

"You know, being trapped underground with tons of granite on top of you is a reason for distress. What is *with* you? I hope I'm not on the planet where you finally utter the immortal line 'It's just a little nuclear war.' "

"Maybe I don't mind."

"Don't mind? Don't *mind*? Do you know what the dust we're breathing is doing to the soft tissue of our lungs?"

"I'll stop breathing if you'll stop pacing."

"I'm not pacing. I'm walking. This is walking. If I keep walking, I'll be more likely to find a gap in the rock."

"Or, you'll use up all the oxygen."

"Oh. Right. Right. Maybe I should sit down. I'm sitting down."

"I'm so glad. For once you're willing to follow my lead."

"Oh, was that leading? I thought you were sitting on your ass being useless in an emergency."

"Rodney. Calm down."

"What? I'm calm. I'm perfectly calm."

"They'll get us out. We're not that far down."

"But we have very little water and no food. I'm going to be hungry soon. You know what happens when my blood sugar drops."

"Yeah, I know."

"Don't you sigh at me like that. I thought military types didn't sigh."

"Most of them haven't met you."

"Don't sound so much like you --"

"What?"

"...Wished you hadn't."

"Wished I hadn't what?"

"Met me."

"Rodney, I have never once wished I hadn't met you. In fact I --"

"Stop calling me by my name. What are you, a used car salesman? Is that some psychological technique for stressful situations, repeating my name like that till I start to wonder what you're selling and at what interest rate?"

"Fine."

"Good. ... In fact you what?"

"What?"

"You said in fact you. In fact you what?"

"Oh, I don't remember."

"I hate when people do that."

"You hate everything."

"That's not true. I like, uh, well, solid state design, I'm very fond of that, and superstring theory, and there are parts of traveling through the gate that I'm not completely averse to."

"Uh huh. No people on the list?"

"What people? Which people?"

"Like, y'know, me."

"Like you?"

"Yeah. Like me?"

"Oh. Uh. Well, I'm not totally averse to you either."

"Thank you. That's nice of you to say. I thought you were going to stop pacing."

"That's not me pacing. That's me walking. Over here."

"So I see."

"You don't mind, do you?"

"If you sit next to me? No. I don't mind."

"I always thought you would."

"See, Rodney, you think too much."

"If I had a nickel every time I heard that..."

"Rodney. Seriously. Please shut up."

"What? Talking doesn't use that much oxygen. I mean, we've evolved mouths to take care of our basic communication needs, which are never so crucial as in an emergency. This is an emergency. What else do you expect me to do with my mou --"



FINI.

Re: just for you, cherie

Date: 2004-09-02 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com
::squee!::

LOL! I love it. Thank you!! It's marvelous. With a classic ending, beautifully executed. They are just so adorable:

"Stop calling me by my name. What are you, a used car salesman?"

Oh, Rodney, you're a snark and a half. Soft tissue damage. And you like solid state design. No wonder Sheppard can't resist you. None of us can.

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