Whinging, and fic
I am... very unhappy with my body today. On top of having to have surgery next week [let's just say it's for "female stuff" and let it go at that], I have had a seriously raging headache all day, my neck is stiff from sleeping at an odd angle last night, my digestive system is being uncomfortably gaseous, and my feet are extra-painful. The last is partly because I haven't been getting quite enough sleep, with bonus pain because all I can take right now is Tylenol (everything else is verboten because of the surgery; they don't want you to take anything that increases bleeding risk). So, WAH. Basically I hurt all over and can't think clearly. And I meant to call the doctor to ask a question about insurance (since I never got a return call from Tuesday's message), and totally forgot, and now they're closed. *writes note to try to remember tomorrow*
Slowly making headway on fics-in-progress. I have two more ficlets in the pipeline, so that will go through this week, but there may be a hiatus on the
quill_it for a bit after that since I have a lot of things to write for December/the holidays. (All of which I want to do, mind you, but I don't have time to write everything all at once.) Today's ficlet:
Slowly making headway on fics-in-progress. I have two more ficlets in the pipeline, so that will go through this week, but there may be a hiatus on the
quill_it for a bit after that since I have a lot of things to write for December/the holidays. (All of which I want to do, mind you, but I don't have time to write everything all at once.) Today's ficlet:
- On Impulse [George/Harry, general]: Harry has invited George to spend a holiday in Cornwall with him... without quite knowing why. Here at IJ.