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helenkacan Jan. 10th, 2009 11:59 pm)
helenkacan Jan. 10th, 2009 11:59 pm)And that's a very good thing.
Because, after another hideous night of only three hours of sleep (for which I posted a poll and, gosh, golly, you people really know me, because most chose 3 hours and nobody fell for the 5 or - gasp - 7 hour options), I was not only cranky (default mode, it seems), but I was also nauseous. So not good. I did manage to have a tiny nap in the morning, although my nausea persisted.
I quite didn't know what to do with myself in the afternoon. Thankfully, I managed to distract myself with the finale of SGA. Um, where did the wonder of flying the city go to? Sorry, Carson, but you just don't fill me with awe (more like dread, based on previous results). Everything on the hive ship was mostly cool, though the show should have been at least another 30 minutes longer. A bit more risk showing associated with the new drive. And, ugh, ugh, ugh ... the icky, useless romance crap. I also felt sorry that they apparently couldn't find room to show Radek or Lorne or Chuck or Marie. They didn't have to all be on the balcony. But, really, this was so disrespectful to the members of the original expedition. Le sigh. There could have been a shot of people gradually congregating out on the piers (recurring stars first followed by extras who could have been everybody in the crew) using the same fade-in technique as in the end of Doppelganger), having survived the battle and facing a new day.
After that, I watched a couple more epis of Boston Legal. Well, I'm nearly done with S4 and then that means I've seen Every. Single. Episode. And I was still queasy. And wondering where John was. I didn't know whether he'd fallen asleep, as he was expecting company for dinner. But, finally, he called shortly after 8. He came down five minutes later with 3 cartons of epsom salts and a package of allergy pills. He said he'd get me the soap this week, as I still have some.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, bliss. Yes, that's where the Rodney-look comes into play. I dumped at least a third of a carton into the bathtub and soaked. And soaked. Aaaaaand soaked. Now I feel faintly human again. After the bath, I had another bowl of cereal and milk. And I'm vegging. I don't really want to go to church, but you know that's my body protesting, not my spirit.
Oh, and in a couple of LJ-related things, I started weeding my memories and deleted at least 100. Many more to go. And after I posted last night, I saw an e-mail reply to an entry. Imagine my surprise when it was to my McShep Romeo & Juliet written in May. And, no, it doesn't matter when someone reads and responds (especially as I happen to really like the finished product), but it was definitely welcome at a time when I am so grumpy and disheartened.
Still, I'd better sign off and think about ohhhhhhhhh-ing myself off to bed.
Languid hugs,
'lenka
Because, after another hideous night of only three hours of sleep (for which I posted a poll and, gosh, golly, you people really know me, because most chose 3 hours and nobody fell for the 5 or - gasp - 7 hour options), I was not only cranky (default mode, it seems), but I was also nauseous. So not good. I did manage to have a tiny nap in the morning, although my nausea persisted.
I quite didn't know what to do with myself in the afternoon. Thankfully, I managed to distract myself with the finale of SGA. Um, where did the wonder of flying the city go to? Sorry, Carson, but you just don't fill me with awe (more like dread, based on previous results). Everything on the hive ship was mostly cool, though the show should have been at least another 30 minutes longer. A bit more risk showing associated with the new drive. And, ugh, ugh, ugh ... the icky, useless romance crap. I also felt sorry that they apparently couldn't find room to show Radek or Lorne or Chuck or Marie. They didn't have to all be on the balcony. But, really, this was so disrespectful to the members of the original expedition. Le sigh. There could have been a shot of people gradually congregating out on the piers (recurring stars first followed by extras who could have been everybody in the crew) using the same fade-in technique as in the end of Doppelganger), having survived the battle and facing a new day.
After that, I watched a couple more epis of Boston Legal. Well, I'm nearly done with S4 and then that means I've seen Every. Single. Episode. And I was still queasy. And wondering where John was. I didn't know whether he'd fallen asleep, as he was expecting company for dinner. But, finally, he called shortly after 8. He came down five minutes later with 3 cartons of epsom salts and a package of allergy pills. He said he'd get me the soap this week, as I still have some.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, bliss. Yes, that's where the Rodney-look comes into play. I dumped at least a third of a carton into the bathtub and soaked. And soaked. Aaaaaand soaked. Now I feel faintly human again. After the bath, I had another bowl of cereal and milk. And I'm vegging. I don't really want to go to church, but you know that's my body protesting, not my spirit.
Oh, and in a couple of LJ-related things, I started weeding my memories and deleted at least 100. Many more to go. And after I posted last night, I saw an e-mail reply to an entry. Imagine my surprise when it was to my McShep Romeo & Juliet written in May. And, no, it doesn't matter when someone reads and responds (especially as I happen to really like the finished product), but it was definitely welcome at a time when I am so grumpy and disheartened.
Still, I'd better sign off and think about ohhhhhhhhh-ing myself off to bed.
Languid hugs,
'lenka
