At the moment, I have ( Read more... )

Having made another abortive attempt at tidying the cesspit of my room (hey, I hoovered this time!!) and showered to make myself clean for AJ, I suppose I should probably get off my arse and start getting ready to head out. Emma will kill me if I'm late (last time it was the same day I went to the Tsars exhibition at the V&A with xanantha and all transport ( Read more... )

Oh, chickie pies, look at this! Nearly February and I’ve hardly shared the fascinating tales of my life with you at all! Actually, it’s a miracle that I’m doing so now, because I had a steroid injection on Tuesday for tendonitis in my wrist and now I am the veriest cripple. Fucking ow is what I said at the time, and I stand by that judgment. Poor ( Read more... )

How do, chaps? I know you will all be delighted to hear that life is much jollier chez Squeen these days. Let's hear a collective woo! Anyway, work is much improved, which is amazingly ace. However, sadly, my dodgy wrist, which has been tendonitis-ridden for over a year now, seems to be totally fucked these days. Anti-inflammatories and icing not ( Read more... )

Think of me in this post, if you will, as a sort of eerie Ariel, both comic and tragic, scampering about the stage in wispy veils.

1. The Trag(a) I got half way through an actual, proper, nailing-my-colours-to-my-shipping-mast Kirk/Rand fic, when I decided it was actually shit. Does anyone want to beta for me and tell me if it actually is shit? ( Read more... )

♥ Oh, Leverage. Leverage, you tiny, crazy show, we could not love any more. Fucking ridiculously awesome ( Read more... )

Oh. Oh, my tiny darlings. I weep as I feebly type this from my invalid couch. Or, y'know, bed. Whatevs. Item: I have tenosynovitis in my left thumb. Ow. Item: I have strained my shoulder. Ow. Item: In an attempt to alleviate the symptoms of my strained shoulder, I have done my back in by lying at an odd angle in the bath. Item: In a further attempt ( Read more... )

Alas for the weekend plans! There was to be picnicking and visiting of National Trust house and general frolicking, but I was sick on Friday night (for the first time in about 15 years, and I'd forgotten just how unpleasant it was) and spent all of yesterday feeling like the utmost in crap. No picnic! No pretty house! For any of us. Alas indeed ( Read more... )