however i have the weekend to recover. thank god. and possibly a sick nephew to cuddle. and a damn broken cell phone to argue with sprint about. although after reading this article about how they're discovering the dangers of cell phone usage, i'm not so sure i want to own one anymore. except for the damn 2 year contract....which of course is far more important than my current lack of fucking brain cancer!
oh and right now i am become a puddle of goo on the floor in front of my tv because fucking capt. jack harkness and the fucking doctor who are dancing with rose. holy shite. see how little i need? it's like crack. just one teeny fix and i'm all right. and tomorrow 2 more discs are coming in the mail. woohoo! oh and i'm downloading 2 eps of supernatural and tomorrow sga! double woohoo! and i'm also reading a most terrific sg1 au sam/jack fic by annerbhp called string theory. it's being recced all over the web and it's worth it. thank god for fandom. it only makes me cry sometimes....