I'm awake.

I woke up at 4.30am. (Stupid bladder!) Finally gave up the pretense of trying to sleep and got up. Figure I'll type up the questions I've got answered, and then email them and ask for an extension on the others. (It's 'complete in your own time' and I've just found out my uni exams are in two weeks, the day after each other. *headdesk*)

Well, at least I get to find out how much I screwed up assignment 1 tonight. (Although, yes, being awake at 4.30am, combined with technically having class until 7.30pm, is not a great prospect.)

Hey, Genie? You know how we talked about screening SN S2 at the next long weekend? How about the Queen's birthday? I think I'll deserve some Sorkin angst snark after getting through those damn exams.

SN ficlet...

Ah, oxoniensis? Celli saved the lines I sent her. They were restricted to 85 characters, so they had to be short. ( SN sms )

And, laylee asked for SN fic. At 6.30am, it's pretty dodgy, but I tried. All of Casey's towels are green...

Now, I have to get ready for work. Le sigh.

Uergh.

Dear Boss,

Stop making me busy.

I'm trying to post to LJ write porn do my Admin course study.

No love,
Me.

***

Dear co-worker,

Please stop asking me questions. I actually don't know *everything* about our jobs. I know a teeny, tiny, little fraction.

But, yes, I'll come and help because at least with you here, this sudden load of work isn't just put on my shoulders.

Grudging thanks,
Me.

***

Dear pounding headache,

Fuck off.

Growls and hatred,
Me.

(no subject)

Happy birthday to weredonut and sajee! (They're double trouble. *g*)

Meanwhile, it's lunch but I'm *stuffed*. Absolutely stuffed. I'm going to go heat up my pizza slice, type up some more of that admin course work and hmmm... see if I can finish the celli-porn in a couple of lines. It's bugging me that it's so undone.

I want my sunshine music back, damnit!

The mother-loving batteries on my discman just went empty. *grrr* That means an hour trip home without music. This is irritating. It has "rechargeable" batteries that I have to recharge every damn night and it still runs out of juice sometime during the following day.

It also means that I can't do what I was planning to do this afternoon - put on headphones, even though no-one else does, listen to uplifting music, and try to ignore the fact that I'm tired, in pain, cranky, and have a deep-down hatred for the rest of the human race today.

I tell you, I'm either coming down sick (please god, not a fortnight before the two exams) or Nature's Special Time is about to strike. Considering I have a headache, not cramps, it's probably disease. Damnit. *glares at the world in general*

Oh, celli? I'm sure you can make up the end to the porn I started. I sure as hell can't.

Or, alternatively, if anyone else wants to, the start is( here )

GIP

Because, apparently, I have a soft-spot for cranky Sorkin icons. And, you know, this one may be used for the upcoming 'I hate the fact I've gotta study' posts.

Original pic came from oxoniensis's caps.

ETA: I'm no longer in a bad mood. It's impossible to hang onto a bad mood while flicking through a couple dozen shots of Danny and Casey. Physically impossible to look at shots like this or this and not be totally charmed. (And this shot of Casey just cracks me up! *giggles*)