Jan. 21st, 2009
Fanfic quote of the day
Jan. 21st, 2009 06:37 am"And how about you, Garak? What do you think of love between men?" The beautiful eyes are suddenly very serious and trained on my face.
I have a spoonful of soup half way to my mouth, and I hold it there, suspended. He's propositioning me! For more than a year I've been flirting with him in embarrassingly non-subtle ways, and he hasn't shown a flicker of interest. What has changed?
From Fictions by Henrietta Wotton.
I have a spoonful of soup half way to my mouth, and I hold it there, suspended. He's propositioning me! For more than a year I've been flirting with him in embarrassingly non-subtle ways, and he hasn't shown a flicker of interest. What has changed?
From Fictions by Henrietta Wotton.
It's really just one of those days.
Got up early to see hubby off for work, but since I didn't sleep too well in the night, I went back to bed for just a little more sleep. 4½ hours later I come back to life... feeling very much like I was run over by a truckload of week-dead wildebeast, which somehow took residence in my mouth.
When I finally manage to claw my way out of my grave (real zombie-style) I act like I have parkinson's syndrome or something. I drop, spill or break everything I touch. I currently have lemonade down my leg. *sigh*
And just as a bonus, one of my cute rattie boys came to the bars of his cage for a cuddle, so I just stuck a finger in to scratch his ear, and somehow he got the moronic idea that it was food and nipped me. Not hard enough to break the skin but... OW! He never does that. *mumble grumble*
At least hubby has just announced that he's coming home early. Thank god. I need help if I'm gonna survive this day in one piece.
Got up early to see hubby off for work, but since I didn't sleep too well in the night, I went back to bed for just a little more sleep. 4½ hours later I come back to life... feeling very much like I was run over by a truckload of week-dead wildebeast, which somehow took residence in my mouth.
When I finally manage to claw my way out of my grave (real zombie-style) I act like I have parkinson's syndrome or something. I drop, spill or break everything I touch. I currently have lemonade down my leg. *sigh*
And just as a bonus, one of my cute rattie boys came to the bars of his cage for a cuddle, so I just stuck a finger in to scratch his ear, and somehow he got the moronic idea that it was food and nipped me. Not hard enough to break the skin but... OW! He never does that. *mumble grumble*
At least hubby has just announced that he's coming home early. Thank god. I need help if I'm gonna survive this day in one piece.