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Shuffle is a bastard.

So are periods. I woke up this morning feeling fat or at least bloated, after the wackiest dreams in a while, and cramping like a motherfucker. The first and the third feelings have subsided after some water, some exercises, a shower and some damn painkillers but the middle one is still giving me weird mental twitches. And I have to go to the dentist today. There is so much do not want right now it is fucking unbelievable. Fortunately I am a good baby courtesan and a responsible adult.

Deadlines are still kicking my ass so hard. I've come up with an alternate plan to doing ridiculous numbers of Big Bangs, although actually in the case of this plan two of the Big Bangs will help, just. Ugh. Deadlines. Now I remember why I hate them a lot. Which actually is another nice perk to my cunning plan, but still.

I'm sure there was another part to this somewhere, but I can't for the life of me think what it is. Maybe some light yoga will ease up these cramps and make my body stop trying to kill me.

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Yay rules. Oof. Cramps have finally subsided, I think. Cunning plan has been outlined and vaguely sketched in. Shipping is being blitzed through, since I have a long weekend's backlog and wasn't in this morning on account of getting my teeth buffed and polished better than the damn Impala. Hush, youse, that was not blasphemy.

Hopefully I can finish Don't Dress Your Cat In An Apron tonight. Preferably I can finish it today after UPS goes away. I think our regular driver is back, which means punctuality and me not having much to do after 4. Well, 4.30 once all the emails are sent. And then I can finish the stupid fic of pain and ow, and hope it's not too horribly offensive or badly written or anything. This is a potentially sensitive subject that I don't know much about, so I'm kind of hoping a common sense do a bit of first person research and extrapolate what I can't see described already by primary sources approach works. I've had some advice, and now I'm handing it to my betas at the very last minute. Bad writer no cookie.

... On the plus side! Finished Season 2 of Prison Break and OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAVE NEVER BEEN CREEPED OUT BY ANYONE SO MUCH AS I AM BY T-BAG. I, seriously. Every time the man is on screen I feel the ooze. Kudos to Robert Knepper, major kudos, because I absolutely adore him in every other role I've seen him in, which is all of two, granted. Tommy Dolan and his character from Good Night and Good Luck, Don Surine, I think. But still. Somehow. The man oozes. Just oozes. I kind of feel bad every time something really nasty happens to him (and there's a lot of those) but at the same time he is such a Blade it hurts. For all five of you that know what I'm talking about. And he OOZES. And he's kind of sexy but creepy and slimy and he makes me want to take five showers every time he gets that covetous look and did I mention the ooze? Eek. William Fichtner, on the other hand, just makes me want to take him by the shoulders and sit him down and make him be still for five minutes and then curl up and hug him and pet him and make everything all right. And the Company makes me want to go around like a Shadowrun assassin and just shoot ALL of them.

Ahem. So. Finished Season 2 of Prison Break, which means tonight is Camaron while the boy is out doing his gaming thing. From which he had FUCKING WELL BETTER COME BACK AT THE USUAL TIME. Or call. One of the two. Or I will be pissed. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry, McGee.