raw particles of inspiration

I got stomach flu for Christmas. Yay me! At least it didn't hit until this morning so I got to eat julbord and drink glögg yesterday. Missed the turkey today though :(

I hope you're all having a great weekend, whether you celebrate Christmas or not!

Yesterday, I had a bit of a headache and stiff shoulders. This morning, I woke up with the worst wry neck of my life. When the simple motion of reaching for my cell phone to turn off the alarm made me cry (literally cry - that's how I know it's bad...) I had to realise that there would be no work for me today. Long story short, I've been forced to spend the entire day flat on my back because even thinking about moving made me hurt.

So with nothing else to do, I decided to watch the rest of Merlin season 3 that I haven't been able to work up the enthusiasm for before.

( Spoilery spoilers for all of Merlin S3 )

(Neck is a little better now. I've got an appointment with my physical therapist tomorrow morning and he can hopefully sort it out.)

1. I'm alive. Sorry for dropping out of internet existence. In short - my joints hate me, and we've had a wasp invasion bad enough that you can expect a Deluxe edition of Stupid Customer of the Day soon.

1,25. So, so, so sorry for missing all those birthdays and not bearing gifts. Happy belated birthday wishes to sgamadison, anyanka_eg and winter_elf! I'll try to make it up to you.

1,5. I have a wrist brace and a bottle of anti-inflammatories and I'm not really supposed to do any typing for a while (yeah, good luck with that...) so I'm probably going to be verrrrry slow to respond to things. Please bear with me for a little bit.

2. Fandom.... Leverage: Could Hardison and Parker be any cuter? White Collar: Yay for Diana! Psych: Still awesome. Also, I went to see the A-team movie which was entertaining enough but also made me want to check out the tv-show. Not disappointed :) I think I have a new love.

( Various kinkmeme ficlet claims... )

* I officially hate my holmes_big_bang story and I wish I could just stop writing it with good conscience.

* Is it just me or is Doctor Who getting kind of... yawn? The Weeping Angels scared me to death in Blink but somehow managed to be boring in The Time of Angels and Flesh and Stone. Vampires in Venice was just plain bad. Terrible acting, terrible storytelling, terrible all the way through (I do like Rory though). Please let the next episode be awesome, because I want to keep my love for this show.

* Got another not-quite-cold that just refuses to become a real cold. So, tired and grumpy and freezing and not in the mood for anything at all.

I feel the need to explain myself. You see, I had this awesome preview planned for my sgabigbang story. There were going to be pictures and interviews and questions from the audience.

However, that was before I came down with a 101 degree fever and acute torticollis. Let us just say that I'm not thinking so goodly right now, and every attempt to move sends my neck into spasms of agony. Work has not been fun. (Long story short - it started two days ago. Mr Boss called in Massage Guy yesterday to fix it and I was relatively painfree for all of twenty-four hours before it hit again today. All I want to do right now is curl up and whimper softly in a corner somewhere.)

So I'm afraid you're going to have to settle for this slightly more lame but, I hope, still somewhat awesome movie-trailer style preview for Hooke's Law. (Coming soon to a screen near you...)

Is it just me or are people exceptionally difficult this week?

( It's bug season! )

( And then there's the telemarketers... )

I have a few things to say today.

1. sheafrotherdon has a friendship/flirting/thinking of you fest going on.

2. The MAFA:s (Merling/Arthur fic awards) are open for nominations.

3. Stupid!cat fails to understand that if he wants me to pet him, he needs to jump up into my lap. I will not bend over and lift his heavy ass.

4. I think I'm a little bit in love with Patrick Jane of The Mentalist. He's just the kind of infuriating tragic bastard that I tend to fall in love with. If I ever met him, I'd probably slap him though. Yes, I have an abysmal taste in men. 

5. I itch.

6. There is absolutely nothing on TV.

7. The trial against the Pirate Bay people begins today. I probably won't follow the spectacle but lots of luck to you, guys. (Nope, won't f-lock this. It's not illegal to support them, is it?) It's weird how they're going to spend all that money on an eternity long trial against people who share stuff on the internet, but you let guys who rape teenagers go free, the police call immigrants 'monkeys', and just this week a diabetic blind woman with both her legs amputated got a letter from the social insurance office promting her to get off her ass and get to work, only in more diplomatic terms. Real classy, Sweden!

8. Going for a walk now. Yay!

Well, this is the day where us Swedes dress up in white, put candles in our hair and sing songs. I did not, because I've been in enough Lucia processions to last me a lifetime. Also, I'm drugged to the gills and easily distracted by shiny things like toothbrushes and cutlery, and every time I sit down, I fall asleep. Despite this, I've spent the day at IKEA with my parents. It was a very interesting experience. ("I'm gonna try that bed over there." "Okay, we'll wake you up when it's time to go home." )

I have aquired a lamp, a shower curtain rod, new curtains for my living room, a table cloth, kitchen scissors, an in/out tray for my mail, six glasses with elephants on them, and two green candles. I am now completely out of money. And Mum bought me a lovely carpet for my living room as an early Christmas gift. Yay for Mum! I also got a potted plant for my sisters, which looks like curly chives. (The plant, not my sisters.)

Now I'm waiting for Dad to give me a ride back to Borlänge where I will without doubt fall asleep again even though I should really really be writing instead. I feel like the lamest person on Earth right now. Anyway, my darling sisters have invited me to dinner tonight. I'll try to stay awake for that at least.

I really really hope I'm feeling better next week or Mr. and Mrs. Boss will think I'm completely pathetic. I was so exhausted after my physio session yesterday morning that I spent most of the afternoon resting on the sofa in the back room. (And Mr. Boss was so nervous that I'd faint again that every time I tried to get up, he ordered me back to the sofa. He even offered to drive me home. My bosses are the best.)

Anyway - what I really was going to write about is St. Lucy's day. I haven't done anything special this year, so I'll just link you to last year's Lucia post - In Which Rodney Wins the Nobel and there are Girls on Fire.

Bleh, I really babble when I'm drugged. Going back to work now, I promise!


ETA: Merlin tonight! OMG it will be epic and awesome and probably make me cry and we'll have to wait forever for next season, which, in itself is awesome because there will BE a next season and I should really stop talking now, but I don't know how, because MERLIN!

Shutting up now. Bye.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think that pretty much says it all. What will happen to my Rodney now? *sniff*
This better be a good season.

*hides in corner and sulks*

I want to find the owner of the car with the alarm that has been going off with regular intervals throughout the night and smash his/her face in with a sledgehammer.