Woe is me!
Jul. 12th, 2007 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eponymous_roseSo I sort of... wrenched my ankle on the way back from supper yesterday. And it still hurts. Not badly, but enough for me to want to sit in my room all day with my feet up.
The most annoying thing is that it's my left ankle, and I'm used to limping on my right side because of the knee. Very confusing. The number of walls I've run into this morning alone! (Way more than my usual four or five times, anyway. :D)
On the topic of whining, it's hot out. Another heat wave, and this one's gonna be longish. 'Course, I shouldn't complain - was it last year we had snow in July? (There was one year where we had snow at least once every month. How depressingly stereotypical. And yet we still can't manage a white Christmas? *shakes fist*)
Did anyone else, when listening to "Terror Firma", feel an overpowering urge to write a fic with Agatha Christie as the companion? Way too awesome. And the companions-that-weren't, as well ("Skipper"? Guitars coming to life? Heehee.) I might drabble.
Hit a bit of an impasse with the epic fic (manifesting in staring contests with blank screens), mostly because there are a few character whatsits I haven't thought through too well. I'm getting the hang of it again, though. Yay! :D
Came up with a very, very messed-up idea for a Hiatus-era Holmesfic. Might be a while before I can figure out how on Earth to pull it off, though (surprise endings are tricky that way...).
I need to get groceries, I really do (I've got about enough food for one more solid meal and one whatever's-lying-around meal), but I don't really want to walk the ten blocks to Safeway, load up a backpack and both arms with bags of groceries, and walk back with a sore ankle in this heat. Maybe I'll just get creative.
(Woah, wait! I think I still have tortillas! And cheese! And celery and carrots and, um, possibly radishes. I can make weird quesadillas! *dances*)
The most annoying thing is that it's my left ankle, and I'm used to limping on my right side because of the knee. Very confusing. The number of walls I've run into this morning alone! (Way more than my usual four or five times, anyway. :D)
On the topic of whining, it's hot out. Another heat wave, and this one's gonna be longish. 'Course, I shouldn't complain - was it last year we had snow in July? (There was one year where we had snow at least once every month. How depressingly stereotypical. And yet we still can't manage a white Christmas? *shakes fist*)
Did anyone else, when listening to "Terror Firma", feel an overpowering urge to write a fic with Agatha Christie as the companion? Way too awesome. And the companions-that-weren't, as well ("Skipper"? Guitars coming to life? Heehee.) I might drabble.
Hit a bit of an impasse with the epic fic (manifesting in staring contests with blank screens), mostly because there are a few character whatsits I haven't thought through too well. I'm getting the hang of it again, though. Yay! :D
Came up with a very, very messed-up idea for a Hiatus-era Holmesfic. Might be a while before I can figure out how on Earth to pull it off, though (surprise endings are tricky that way...).
I need to get groceries, I really do (I've got about enough food for one more solid meal and one whatever's-lying-around meal), but I don't really want to walk the ten blocks to Safeway, load up a backpack and both arms with bags of groceries, and walk back with a sore ankle in this heat. Maybe I'll just get creative.
(Woah, wait! I think I still have tortillas! And cheese! And celery and carrots and, um, possibly radishes. I can make weird quesadillas! *dances*)
