lots of stuff
So, I have basically a shitton of work to do because it turns out LYG didn't have her surgery last week, she was on vacation, and she's having her surgery tomorrow and will be out for a while SO! I am doing a bunch of her stuff. Which means I will be largely unavailable and not checking my flist as thoroughly as I do, so please please, if anything exciting happens, let me know! (Especially if anyone writes any good Adam Lambert fic of any color, I want to READ IT OMG.)
I will be slowly writing your Adam-Kris drabbles, and I'm happy that you guys are liking the ones I've written so far. Especially that my theory about Peter Sarsgaard, which I invented with danxsunday and so is extra special meaningful, is so widely regarded for its truthiness. Adam and Peter have a similar quality, in that they are not necessarily the most attractive people in the world, or even in a given room, and yet they make everyone gay. Like, not even because they make straight guys want to get freaky with them (altough obviously, they do!), but they just walk into a room and BAM--everyone is gay. It's unexplainable and undeniable. The Peter Sarsgaard Idiom. (I wrote an entire fic about it once, like 3 years ago. NO REALLY.)
Ahem anyway. Before I go into the never-neverland of electronic document creation and invoice payments (oy), I wanted to let you all know that I will actually be working for the next week or so, and not goofing off, and you should email me (amgolden at gmail) with anything particularly exciting. Or find me at Twitter (phaballa) etc etc.
For those who want to know--my MRI went fine, but I won't know the results probably until tomorrow if they are bad. If they are good, I won't know until I get the letter from my insurance company saying nothing's wrong with me. The technician said I didn't move a muscle. The guy who came out to explain MRIs to me looked at me and was like, "You're not Andrea, are you?" And I was like, "Yup, that's me!" "You're 29??!!!" Me: "Yeah, I know. People are always trying to kick me out of the faculty/staff weight room at the gym because they think I'm a student." Guy: "I was gonna ask where your parents are! 29!! Heh."
So you know, whatevs. We shall see. It's feeling a little better today. My left knee, on the other hand, is giving me all sorts of shit and it hurts when I sit too long, to the point that I can't put weight on it when I stand up. I just have to grit through it and walk it off. It usually goes back to feeling okay after 5 minutes or so. Sigh. My stupid body. It hates me. It's rebelling. The guy who gave me my MRI prep was like, "So you've had MRIs before?" And I was like, "Yeah, both knees, my head, plus a contrast on my head, and my stomach..." And the guy looked at my file and was like, "Girl, you tore up your knees!"
It's true. 2 tears in the left knee when I was 11. 3 in the right when I was 19. (And I didn't even injure it that time!) I am waiting for the day when they can make bionic knees. And now I am just rambling and procrastinating. Sigh. BACK TO WORK.
ETA: VERY IMPORTANT!!! I forgot to mention that my phone... won't turn on. I can't tell if it's just dead and the charger is broken, or if there's something wrong with the phone itself. I'm going to attempt to charge it via my computer when I get home, but for now, assume it's broken and I am unavailable for calling purposes :(
I will be slowly writing your Adam-Kris drabbles, and I'm happy that you guys are liking the ones I've written so far. Especially that my theory about Peter Sarsgaard, which I invented with danxsunday and so is extra special meaningful, is so widely regarded for its truthiness. Adam and Peter have a similar quality, in that they are not necessarily the most attractive people in the world, or even in a given room, and yet they make everyone gay. Like, not even because they make straight guys want to get freaky with them (altough obviously, they do!), but they just walk into a room and BAM--everyone is gay. It's unexplainable and undeniable. The Peter Sarsgaard Idiom. (I wrote an entire fic about it once, like 3 years ago. NO REALLY.)
Ahem anyway. Before I go into the never-neverland of electronic document creation and invoice payments (oy), I wanted to let you all know that I will actually be working for the next week or so, and not goofing off, and you should email me (amgolden at gmail) with anything particularly exciting. Or find me at Twitter (phaballa) etc etc.
For those who want to know--my MRI went fine, but I won't know the results probably until tomorrow if they are bad. If they are good, I won't know until I get the letter from my insurance company saying nothing's wrong with me. The technician said I didn't move a muscle. The guy who came out to explain MRIs to me looked at me and was like, "You're not Andrea, are you?" And I was like, "Yup, that's me!" "You're 29??!!!" Me: "Yeah, I know. People are always trying to kick me out of the faculty/staff weight room at the gym because they think I'm a student." Guy: "I was gonna ask where your parents are! 29!! Heh."
So you know, whatevs. We shall see. It's feeling a little better today. My left knee, on the other hand, is giving me all sorts of shit and it hurts when I sit too long, to the point that I can't put weight on it when I stand up. I just have to grit through it and walk it off. It usually goes back to feeling okay after 5 minutes or so. Sigh. My stupid body. It hates me. It's rebelling. The guy who gave me my MRI prep was like, "So you've had MRIs before?" And I was like, "Yeah, both knees, my head, plus a contrast on my head, and my stomach..." And the guy looked at my file and was like, "Girl, you tore up your knees!"
It's true. 2 tears in the left knee when I was 11. 3 in the right when I was 19. (And I didn't even injure it that time!) I am waiting for the day when they can make bionic knees. And now I am just rambling and procrastinating. Sigh. BACK TO WORK.
ETA: VERY IMPORTANT!!! I forgot to mention that my phone... won't turn on. I can't tell if it's just dead and the charger is broken, or if there's something wrong with the phone itself. I'm going to attempt to charge it via my computer when I get home, but for now, assume it's broken and I am unavailable for calling purposes :(