GIP!

I spent my time tonight making a new icon. Behond! The wonderful combination of Simon and Ben Lee lyrics ("No Room to Bleed")!

Also, Signe cured my lack of TW. She's given me one her icons (one of my favourite ones of hers... if that makes sense...)



I'm highly tempted to call him George!

Mmmmm... TW and Simon. And on that note, I'm going to bed.

*grrrrr* Argh!

Ooch. Oooh. Ow!

Okay, a new exercise tape was a good idea, but now I can feel all the muscles across my shoulders and neck. And upper arms. And back.

Am very tired and wishing I wasn't at work. But, the boss is still overseas (yay!) so it's not as bad as it could be.

ETA: Oooh, all the WW fans out there? How about joining the westwing_santa. Request WW fics or pics for Christmas, and sign up to make something for someone else. It's a great way to spread the holiday cheer. Man, that's the kind of secret santa I like.

Whoosh!

Okay, now I'm sniffling as well and my head is pounding. Maybe the sore muscles weren't caused by the exercise, so much as getting sick.

Damnit, Janet. I don't want to be sick... *whines*

Meanwhile, I wasn't kidding when I said this icon always makes me smile. Seriously, it does. It also gives me this major urge to just flash my hands like that and say that. Considering I keep looking at that icon so frequently, that phrase is bound to slip out of mouth eventually. (Fingers crossed it'll be appropriate to the conversation. *g*)

ETA: I ♥ jessindistress! Thanks, babe.