Love, lift me out of these blues.

[trinityofone]

•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.

•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.

•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

•Now to the microwave, away!

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[amireal.livejournal.com]

It was all calming down again, once Rodney got over the entire girlfriend fiasco, and then the dogs were mentioned and that was another five minutes of hysteria, but finally all was calm and under control and David was submitting to all sorts of medical tests with a strange aplomb that looked wrong on Rodney's face.

Then Ronon and Elizabeth walked in and David was down for the count watching Rodney try and explain it all again without sounding like a complete lunatic.

"What's a soap opera?" Ronon eventually asked, because David apparently couldn't help but throw in his own little tidbits now and then.

Elizabeth went red and shook her head. "I'm sure Colonel Sheppard would be thrilled to explain that to you later."

Oh yes, filled to the brim with joy.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Hee, they'll never get anything productive done ever again. I so don't care.

I'm working on another bit for you. It is hard! *bites lip*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Productivity is overrated.

Hard? Don't make me collect all my snippets and give you a word count. *is mean*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

RPF, in general, is hard. Except for when I'm making potentially libelous statements about Jake Gyllenhaal and Clint Eastwood, that is.

But I wrote one! Looky!

[amireal.livejournal.com]

I looked! I'm so proud! And yes I am drawing heavily on my remembered viewings of behind the scenes stuff and many many paper interviews.

I am a sad little girl and the number of little details I remember is disturbing me.