Damn those teeth

My teeth hurt. My lower wisdom teeth are coming in and it hurts. I want to crawl under the desk and hold my jaw. Whimper.

I went to Krav Maga last night. Got my ass kicked. Yeah me for going, though. We did elbows in Level 1 and my head is still ringing.

Posted Mare Tranquilis to Kansas, and am off to post it to Leviathan. crankygrrl was merciless, but it's cleaner and better. Blows her kisses and hopes her day improves. It's funny, this piece was triggered by a what if John apologized to the flight director random thought, and has ended up being one of my favorite things. Huh.

And in that spirit, still influenced by her crankiness, a line to build a fic around.

"Well, we're not dead and the universe didn't implode, but we still have one more problem."

"And that would be?"

"D'Argo's gonna want to dance at our wedding."

Snort

Dude, it cracks me up everytime to go check my e-mail and find something that I've sent to the Leviathan mailing list. The same thing happens when I send stuff from my thassalia address to my work address. It's like I'm writing notes to a different person. This is how disassociation starts!

Mmmm, summer

I don't have to work tomorrow, which is a lovely way to end the summer before school starts - the slew of teenagers re-enter my life and my lackadaisical work life ends as deadlines become reality again. My plans? To finish the Morgaine saga and to write, write, write Blue Eyes in my bright, sunny bedroom while fending off Georgie the Wonder Siamese who believes that I sit at the computer so that he has a someplace to bug me. He also likes to sit on top of the iMac while I write and bat at the cursor. It's good to be the cat.

I may even go to the beach and pretend I actually live in Southern California:)

( The Accidental Virgin - my unwanted reading material )