just give 'im whisky

My poor boss is asking when is it going to end. Me, I'm asking when is it gonna start. I'm sick of feeling like shit. Lets get this bitch over and done with. Anyways I'm in at work and reasonably mellow. The monitor from hell is still frying my brain but I just took my fave headache pill and while I'm in pain, I don't care - giggle. Might get some fic done today, cause god knows, coding is out of the question. Their fault. They refused to let me swap the monitor with anyone else. Arseholes. I'm apparently in everyone's poo books on account of my dummy spits this week, and I can't unspit, alas (I just threw that in cause a friend loved the phrase so much - grin). Come on, I told them not to make me angry, cause they wouldn't like me if they made me angry. They asked for it. Why does the universe fall on me on weeks like these. It's all very Job.

So in I came. Stopped by to pick up some brekkie for once - hormones demanding subservience again - and found myself using American words. The lady in the shop corrected me, as well she should. Next thing you know I'll be asking for a jelly donut instead of a jam doughnut and then where will we be - the end of civilisation as we know it, that's where. J

I blame it on temporarily being distracted by The Creek theme on the radio in the shop, but that's hardly an excuse. Anyway, I'm gonna try and write this Daniel bit before I forget it entirely. was up watching Stargate twice last night. Ah, GateClassic on TV1. There are my boys (rather than the pod people in S5 on 7). And they played the perfect Thunderbirds episode after it. Lookit, the Hood is a Goa'uld (giggle).

Here's a bit of fic, just for Sin, cause she asked for it, or rather, him.

Ezra was on a winning hand and Chris was on his sixth beer when Nathan stumbled into the saloon, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"Nathan?"

"The body, it's gone missing."

Chris stood. "The gang came back for it?"

"Must have. I'm sorry Chris, I had to leave it and go tend to Miss Sadie - she dropped a lamp."

"She okay?"


"The burns were bad, but they should heal. When I got back, the body was gone."

"This keeps up the undertaker's going to go out of business," Buck remarked, commenting on the habit for bodies to go missing in the town. "Hey, Chris, you don't think we've got a body snatcher around here, aside from Old Nate here."

Buck grinned, but Nathan wasn't amused. The constant remarks about his ghoulishness in using bodies from the undertakers for his anatomy studies were really starting to annoy him. How else was he supposed to learn.

"Had you started cutting up the body?" Chris asked, not really wanting to know.

"No."

"Maybe it got up and walked."

Chris and Nathan both gave Buck filthy looks, not appreciating his humour.

"I suppose we should go and look for this missing body," Chris agreed reluctantly.

Buck glanced back at Ezra.

"No, leave him to his game," Chris decided.

It didn't take more than three men to confirm that a body was indeed missing.

"He's gone alright," Chris declared, rms folded, surveying the empty trestle table.

"He was dead, right? Ezra shot him in the back, didn't he?"


"Yeah, he was dead," Nathan confirmed, annoyed at the implication that he couldn't tell the difference.

Chris was examining the door. It didn't look forced from the outside. He bade Buck to bring the lamp closer. In fact, the lock looked picked from the inside. There were the tell tale scratches he was used to seeing as a result of Ezra's work.

"You know what?" Chris decided. "I think Ezra might be right afterall. There's something strange going on around here."

 

laksa

As in my lunch. Sent pissy email to friend, friend meets me for lunch 15 mins later. And twas a good lunch, even though at coffee later, velvet seat plus velvet skirt meant a kind of velcro situation. Picked up some stuff for EvilPC (stop that, EvilPC) and even managed to make it back for my 2 pm meeting.

This has been a rough two weeks but this setting boundaries stuff is starting to work. Sure, I've blown up a few times, but only about issues that matter. I mean, my friends set boundaries all the time: don't phone me, don't email me, don't come within 100 metres. It's about time I started setting some of my own. Like don't be an hour late when I have to get back for my Mum's birthday, and don't tell me to take prozac when it was a contributing factor to my Dad's suicide. That's a big red button. Don't push it. (Weirdly, co-worker found one of Dad's old papers today. Made me so proud).

But yeah, this little wormie has turned this week. And it's kinda worked out, cause my coworkers like me now, they send me silly emails, and, laksa for lunch.

Okay, gotta go, Stargate on soon and I wanna write more Jack. Nothing like being shirty to bring forth the Jack Muse. (grin)

Not that I'm ignoring Ezra & Buck. Just needed to give Jack a turn. I'm really enjoying this fic, no matter how many people beg me to finish it now and quickly. I sense this'll be my last so I'm spinning it out. It's fun to write it from Jack's (mostly) POV. Oh yeah, better go. Was just on perving at the WB promos again. That Michael Rosenbaum is a sick fuck - I find that so attractive in a man (giggle).