Despite the efforts of abyssinia4077  (who's making me write crackier and crackier stuff) and rowan_d  (who's making me write S/D pRon!), I'm still chugging along on my SDficathon piece. But, boy am I bored of it... *g* I'm going to go write something not featuring Sam OR Daniel after it's done. They can go jump. (Although now I kinda want to write MacGyver/Sam (Carter)... dammit, surrealphantast...)

 

And I am developing somewhat of a crush on Michael Shanks, thanks to the dry humour of his blog. Still not especially attracted to Daniel, though, which is... eh. At least I can say that it's definitely not about appearance for me. (Although the fact that he's very hot doesn't... hinder my impending crush. *g*)

 

 

What else? My ankle itches. I slept from 7.30pm last night all the way through to 6.30am this morning, woohoo. Oh, and I hate people who can't open doors for themselves, meaning I have to get up and open it for them. It's an EASY CODE TO REMEMBER, GODDAMMIT. LEARN IT. STOP EXPECTING ME TO BE YOUR DOORMAN, OR SOON I SHALL START LEAVING YOU OUT THERE. KNOCKING AS QUIETLY AS POSSIBLE DOESN'T MAKE ME DISLIKE YOU ANY LESS.

 

Eejits.

 

/rant. Life's tough, huh? *g*

 

Now I'm going to go have lunch.