*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.

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Two days after John left McMurdo, a fight broke out between a Belgian biologist and a young Marine from Duluth, Minnesota who was working KP duty. Later, witnesses would suggest that the whole thing had started over the Marine’s perceived tendency to give the biologist slightly smaller portions than those of her colleagues. If she was lucky, she might someday eat solid food again. Not so the Marine, God rest his soul.

Elsewhere, a Wraith queen bled out onto the floor of her hive ship and told her killer that he had no idea what he had done.

John knew.