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Not kidding about the NSFW language. Multiple and (occasionally) inventive uses of both the universal adjective and the universal noun. Also Ralph Fiennes. And a little person.

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(Obviously minus all references to a small town in Belgium ( Read more... )

I know that a lot of this can be laid at the feet of two weeks of almost unremitting early-waking insomnia (Monday was the one day I actually managed a lie-in til about half ten or so) combined with the usual havoc the barometric pressure is playing with my lumbar spine/iliac crests, (plus husband out of town plus penuary plus blah blah blah) but ( Read more... )

Getting all hot and bothered reading True Blood slash when your husband creature is away for at least another three weeks does seem rather masochistic. Just sayin'. Go sit quietly and knit or something.

Also, sort out the damn early-waking shit. You're getting careless in your tiredness. Dislocating both IP joints in your little finger while ( Read more... )

Two inches.

Two.
Inches.

Two inches, and it's keeping me awake.
(Insert ex-husband joke here.)

What's the old riddle about a Shakespeare play?
Two inches?
Much Ado About NothingBut it isn't nothing ( Read more... )

Bleh. I hereby declare "Slipping in and out of consciousness in between dashes to the toilet" to be the worst way to spend a long weekend. Wish I knew what caused it - the baby brought home a gastro virus Thursday night that only kept him and then his dad sick for less than 24 hours each, but I'm still going after three damn days. I didn't eat ( Read more... )

38 hours. Off to bed. Wish me luck.

(Got everything done except cat to vet. Fingers crossed it doesn't need to happen.)

I've now been awake for 25 hours straight. If I get up and do something my body is so exhausted it walks me into walls and almost falls over, but when I lie down and close my eyes, that's all that happens - I lie down and close my eyes. Not even brief hypnogogia ( Read more... )

Seems I'm back to the early-waking shit, though I must admit that this time it's being very ably helped by the searing electric pain running along the back of my hips. I'm getting x-rays and a CT of the area this afternoon - as the doc says, it's not much good throwing painkillers at something unless you're sure what you're throwing painkillers at ( Read more... )

It has been a very interesting week or so. I had my first rehearsal for Mummy Loves You, Betty Ann Jewel (basically just a read-through, the girl playing Betty had the Lurghy Of Doom), so that was fun, remembering what it's like to be on the other side of the production table. It could be difficult, though - the rules for the Direction students ( Read more... )