Pollen is the bane of my existance during the spring. I should not feel like I've been run over by a truck after having the windows to my house open. But then, I should also know better than to open the windows because this happens every year. Spring breeze just feels too good to pass up and then *wham* flat on your back, losing your voice, and a headache to boot. I really will learn my lesson one of these days. On the other hand, I have gotten a start on my claim at
sg_100. Since
iconing Critical Mass (mainly because Laura icons amuse me greatly) was so much fun, we're doing Grace Under Pressure this time around. *points to user icon* I just adore the colors on that icon, and it makes me happy, so it's going into the rotation before I post the icons. Which I will do (at least the first 11 that I have done) tomorrow when I feel like bothering with making a table. And must write the last ficlet for
stagesoflove. Because Carson & Laura need some 'taste' love. At least this one isn't boggling me as much as
'scent' did, which is definately a good thing.
Sidenote: Sri Lanka has my undying love for their Peach Apricot tea. It's the only thing that got me through the day, and probably will be the big factor in tomorrow. Much love for Sri Lanka.
Sidenote 2: SGA 'The Tower' is on SciFi right now. I don't care what anyone says, that ep amuses me greatly for the ditzy slutty girl and her brother, who is totally the poor Canadian man's Bradley Whitford. No one does smug bastard like Bradley Whitford. Oh how I will miss him when West Wing finishes - thank God for Studio 60. Seriously, the show's not even on yet, but I already know it's going to rock. I mean, it's Sorkin. Much love for Sorkin. And much love for The Tower and the slutty girl that makes me laugh. And hell, much love for the Bradley Whitford wannabe.