I had some time this morning (I love covering Reception), so I updated my fic post, the one stapled to the top of my LJ (is there a technical term for that?). Wow, I have a lot of Stargate fic. And damn that took me ages. I added up wordcounts, and I've got around 90,000 story words on my LJ. Yikes. I think maybe I'll make some backdated posts and put my X-Men and Terminator and other misc. fanfic on here, too. Just because I like having all those words in one place.

I'm all itchy today. It's muggy, and there's lots of insects around, and they're making me twitchy. Gah. It's not helping that I'm really tired. Need moar sleep. I need to take a nap before the redial_the_gaterewatch tonight (Point Of View!), or I'm going to be useless.

I have the Zombies on my brain today. Uh, the sixties band, that is, because I was listening to them yesterday. I like the Zombies. Also the Animals, the Kinks - looooooooove the Kinks - and the Troggs. If I'd been around in that era, I'd totally have hung out in smoky blues clubs, and worn blue denim and a black beret. Or I'd have wanted to, anyhow.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch.

*fails to have anything interesting to say*

Can I go laze on a sunny afternoon now?