Chandri MacLeod (chandri) wrote,
Chandri MacLeod


Okay, know how I know it's spring? Because I itch. I ITCH. My eyes itch, my fingernails itch, my chin itches. (Why does my chin itch? I have no idea.) And I'm all sneezy. My throat hurts. Somebody kill me now. I have stuff, but like an idiot I never start taking it until I have to because it's spray-into-your-nose stuff and I hates it with the fire of a thousand suns. Have taken it now, but it probably won't kick in until this evening, so work today = hell no!

Hence my getting up at all, because I wanted to make a pot of tea before I crawled back into bed and prayed for death.

Also, there was scary thunder that set off car alarms. Eep.

At least I managed to finish my artword yesterday. Maybe today I can get something else written in between the sneezing and the employment-of-iron-fortitude-to-keep-from-rubbing-my-eyes.

Seriously, has anybody got a spare immune system they're not using?
Tags: fic, seasons, sga

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded