It is entirely possible...

That my head will just explode.

It's raining, and stopping and my sinuses are a drumbeat of pain. Stupid head, and it makes me feel listless and out of it. Sounds like this is going around.

Not much to say, one of those days, weeks, where change seems impossible, where stuck is the best adjective to describe yourself, so I'm just going to quite while I'm ahead, and not whine.

For those of you who thought I can only write happy, fluffy smut, I'll steer you to Sotto Voce, which I wrote for shrift. But go check out the other stuff at slounger, there's some great work there.

rubberneck requested, as her reward for committee participation, some John/Chi, maudlin and flirtatious, so here's the beginning of that:

( You can lead a man to tequila, but... )