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I missed posting on the 25th. But anyway, Happy Christmachanakwanzakadanstice/Holidays.
Except for the part where I'm getting sick and feel kinda ooky, and the part where it's absolutely bloody impossible to find the Doctor Who Christmas episode online yet (where are you, you intrepid youtubers, you noble sons of piracy?), my Christmas was lovely. Woke up earlier than usual (unfortunately due to sinus drainage of epic proportions, but still), congregated in the living room with the parents, did the presents and the big breakfast and the stockings while we all sat around and moaned about how full we were from the breakfast; then sat around playing with our toys until the annual midafternoon nap, followed by dinner at Dad's parents' (the same meal as the one we have at Thanksgiving, and it never gets old). I love Christmas at home. It's extremely pressure-free. In fact, you could say it's so low pressure it's almost comatose.
I love my haul of DVDs and books to death, as usual, but the best present this year was definitely an absolutely gorgeous green suede coat, which was completely out of the blue, because I don't do clothes. But it's probably the nicest piece of clothing I own now. ^_^ I loves it, I does.
Anyway. Just thought I would say that I'm still alive. If I get any of my fics near something resembling completion, I'll start posting again. I have three of the seven Doctor Who/Sandman ficlets finished... I guess I could post them separately.
The Torchwood/Supernatural crossover has gone way beyond 50,000 words now. If I didn't know it was Jack/Ianto, I would swear it was turning into Ianto/Sam, what with the heartfelt conversations they keep having without telling me about it. Stupid emo kids. But I think I'm reaching the halfway (!) point. Sigh. What's sad and ironic is, it started out as an utter crack idea and yet it's probably the best writing I've done in a month of Sundays. Even though all the crack elements are still there, unchanged. (It just sat its happy ass down and refused to be a crackfic, for some reason. I'm not arguing.)
Now I need medication and sleep. Christmachanakwankadanstice is my new word for the year.
-rave
ETA: Fun with self-diagnosing. Three not-so-new problems I'm just now noticing: First, my wisdom teeth are coming in and teething hurts like crap, may I just say, and I no longer blame babies for being grumpy about it. Second, I tried to give blood for the first time but couldn't because my heart rate was too high. I was surprised because there was absolutely no reason for it to be high -- I was breathing slowly, I wasn't nervous, I hadn't exercised or eaten a lot recently, nothing. There was just no reason. So I kept doing a self-count every once in a while and realized that my pulse rate is always around 100-110 beats per minute, though it's never bothered me and I've never noticed before. So I decided I have inappropriate sinus tachycardia -- the fancy way of saying a I have a fast pulse rate for no discernable reason.
Third, I finally had a lightbulb moment and realized I should WebMD my strangely red, warm cheeks that I get when it's, oh, too hot, too cold, too windy, somebody sneezes the wrong way, a butterfly flaps its wings in China -- and realized, durr, that I probably have a very mild case of rosacea. All the triggers listed in every article have caused a flare-up on me at one point or another. But my symptoms aren't even as bad as the ones listed under "mild" on WebMD, so I'm not too worried about it. (I just have warm patches on my cheeks that feel like mild sunburn. No bumps, no red lines of dilated veins, nothing on my chin and forehead, no eye irritation.) I have an appointment in March about my birth control, I might ask then.
So there's my batch of self-diagnosing for 2007. If I were a highly-strung sort of person, I would make a great hypochondriac. As it is, I find something I probably have and go, "Hey, cool, I think I have that!" and go about my business. (Sometimes I think I should be more worried, but whatever.)
No really, I'm going to sleep now.
Except for the part where I'm getting sick and feel kinda ooky, and the part where it's absolutely bloody impossible to find the Doctor Who Christmas episode online yet (where are you, you intrepid youtubers, you noble sons of piracy?), my Christmas was lovely. Woke up earlier than usual (unfortunately due to sinus drainage of epic proportions, but still), congregated in the living room with the parents, did the presents and the big breakfast and the stockings while we all sat around and moaned about how full we were from the breakfast; then sat around playing with our toys until the annual midafternoon nap, followed by dinner at Dad's parents' (the same meal as the one we have at Thanksgiving, and it never gets old). I love Christmas at home. It's extremely pressure-free. In fact, you could say it's so low pressure it's almost comatose.
I love my haul of DVDs and books to death, as usual, but the best present this year was definitely an absolutely gorgeous green suede coat, which was completely out of the blue, because I don't do clothes. But it's probably the nicest piece of clothing I own now. ^_^ I loves it, I does.
Anyway. Just thought I would say that I'm still alive. If I get any of my fics near something resembling completion, I'll start posting again. I have three of the seven Doctor Who/Sandman ficlets finished... I guess I could post them separately.
The Torchwood/Supernatural crossover has gone way beyond 50,000 words now. If I didn't know it was Jack/Ianto, I would swear it was turning into Ianto/Sam, what with the heartfelt conversations they keep having without telling me about it. Stupid emo kids. But I think I'm reaching the halfway (!) point. Sigh. What's sad and ironic is, it started out as an utter crack idea and yet it's probably the best writing I've done in a month of Sundays. Even though all the crack elements are still there, unchanged. (It just sat its happy ass down and refused to be a crackfic, for some reason. I'm not arguing.)
Now I need medication and sleep. Christmachanakwankadanstice is my new word for the year.
-rave
ETA: Fun with self-diagnosing. Three not-so-new problems I'm just now noticing: First, my wisdom teeth are coming in and teething hurts like crap, may I just say, and I no longer blame babies for being grumpy about it. Second, I tried to give blood for the first time but couldn't because my heart rate was too high. I was surprised because there was absolutely no reason for it to be high -- I was breathing slowly, I wasn't nervous, I hadn't exercised or eaten a lot recently, nothing. There was just no reason. So I kept doing a self-count every once in a while and realized that my pulse rate is always around 100-110 beats per minute, though it's never bothered me and I've never noticed before. So I decided I have inappropriate sinus tachycardia -- the fancy way of saying a I have a fast pulse rate for no discernable reason.
Third, I finally had a lightbulb moment and realized I should WebMD my strangely red, warm cheeks that I get when it's, oh, too hot, too cold, too windy, somebody sneezes the wrong way, a butterfly flaps its wings in China -- and realized, durr, that I probably have a very mild case of rosacea. All the triggers listed in every article have caused a flare-up on me at one point or another. But my symptoms aren't even as bad as the ones listed under "mild" on WebMD, so I'm not too worried about it. (I just have warm patches on my cheeks that feel like mild sunburn. No bumps, no red lines of dilated veins, nothing on my chin and forehead, no eye irritation.) I have an appointment in March about my birth control, I might ask then.
So there's my batch of self-diagnosing for 2007. If I were a highly-strung sort of person, I would make a great hypochondriac. As it is, I find something I probably have and go, "Hey, cool, I think I have that!" and go about my business. (Sometimes I think I should be more worried, but whatever.)
No really, I'm going to sleep now.