*pathetic whimper*

[trinityofone]

I hate today today. I am not going to go into the reasons I hate today today—let me just say that they are copious. Legion, even. They involve such fun things as random, completely out-of-the-blue stomach flu/food poisoning/who knows the fuck what, and going to Boots to get something to help ease said who knows the fuck what, and forgetting your wallet, and having to go all the way back home and do it again. TODAY IS NOT MY FRIEND.

So please: if you have something nice to tell me? Something fun to show me? Something shiny to distract me with? Today would be an excellent day to whip it out. I really, really, really need distraction; if I could, I would curl up in a ball and do nothing, but my brain gets bored even when my body is wasted. Please occupy it. Or else I think I'm going to start having to poke through siriaeve's SG-1 DVDs again.

Please to bring the amusement and the porn. Thank you.

ETA: Aww, fuck it. I want to be writing. Gimme drabble prompts--SGA only, please.

Comments

[fatuorum.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear about your day. Hope it gets better!

And oooh, drabble! Something from the Four Quarters-verse? I've been thinking of an Advocate article where John comes out, but hell if that will ever happen, right? Heh.

Or anything with John, really.

The Opera Is in Me

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

It was always so quiet in his house. Growing up, the sound of a fork clattering to the floor was dramatic and loud. John took his boots off by the door and carried them, on tiptoe, up the stairs.

When his father came home from work, John would hear his shoes crunching across the gravel drive. The front door opening and the jingling of his father’s keys, then the study door shutting like a sigh. And then, quiet and grainy, drifting up through the floorboards to which John would press his ear: La bohème, Madame Butterfly, Faust.

John listened.

Re: The Opera Is in Me

[fatuorum.livejournal.com]

Oh. The quiet, the sneaking, the distance; I like this a lot. Thank you.