"I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace"

Feb 20, 2011 04:57

Day three of waking up horrifically early coughing. Jesus H., people. I'm pretty miserable. Thankfully my mom is coming back tomorrow because not that I don't love my husband with all my heart or anything but when it comes to the common cold/sinus/death virus he gets this very Boy Scout "Rub some dirt on it" POV and you really can't rub dirt on your lungs... or if you could it would be counterintuitive. (Not complaining at all, he is a saint when I'm really sick. He sat in a hospital chair for six hours while he had to be up for work reallly early, aren't I a joy to be married to?) Still though, I'm a mommy's girl, even at 26. She knows which soup and the gatorade I like and the fact that I forget half my meds and rubs my back and wow. I sound 4 years old, don't I? Eh. Whatever. I have no shame.

If you're in the mood for a sweet short Harlequinesque Arthur/Eames AU (like you do) there was a great fic I read called I Still Do by spyndisguise. It goes in line with my rather obvious "We're married?" plot that I obsess over (see also celli's Woke Up Married which got me into Cookleta in the first place.

I'm going to try and lay back down at 5 and see if I can eek out a few more hours sleep before coughing again, but this I swear I am totally writing tomorrow. I signed up for 750 Words, ala eledhwenlin and well. Sunday will be day two but... it's a start? And I have to make it to 200k again this year. For pride purposes. I wrote a little over 1k yesterday. It's allll coming together. ;)

family :: mom, i :: rec, family :: my timofy, i write 750 words, i :: get sick

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