There's No Place Like Home

[melayneseahawk]

Oh, I'm so glad to be home. Good food, comfy bed (sleeping on sofa bed since stairs are a no-go, but it's still v. nice), and five episodes of Stargate. Won't even express my rage at the uber!cliffhanger, but guh. And there are rumors that s10 will be a Danny-whumping season. Oh noes!

I'm officially tired of this sprained ankle thing. My whole foot hurts, and my joints are sore from the twisting involved in sleeping and walking with crutches. I'm tired of being totally helpless, too, and not even being able to get a glass of water for myself. I can go to the bathroom by myself, at least, so that's something.

So, how the hell does one summarise a stasimon in relation to plot? Rawr.

And I looked at my slash_100 big damn table and realised that I have something like 19 stories sitting there waiting to be written, without even digging into my musical inspiration folder or the other tidbits. But, to be fair, 15 of them are parts of three different five-part series, two with only 350 words per section. I'm really making a dent in slash_100, though, so that's good.