I have the boo-boos...

[roxy]

Yesterday, I fell, spectacularly, and to make it even worse, I did it on my front lawn. I flipped! And landed on my back. Oy, so embarrassing! My next door neighbor came running out to make sure I didn't shatter my hip, I guess. Ha! I was just laying there in the grass, laughing my ass off. Today, I'm fucking sore all over, which just points up how out of shape I am. And I'm grateful for once for zoysia grass--it's very thick and cushy, even though it grows all over like a frigging weed and turns brown in the winter.

*koff*

so, anyway...I've been reading stories, I know I shouldn't, not when I'm writing and not in the fandom I'm writing but I did and now, I'm blocked. And also PMSing. Probably why I'm blocked...stupid body. Plus the latest ep of SpN made my heart break. Why, why why? Why can't I be attached to the shows that don't have this Rift shit going on? Why didn't I see this coming from a mile away and cut out before I got hooked?

And whilst I'm on this rant of bitterness, why don't they make Lactose-free ice-cream in flavors other than vanilla??? Why don't my grocery stores sell it if they do? Oh my god, my friends, I am so bitter today, and it's not just the hormones talking. Well, mostly not.

Dang. Yesterday was a hell of a lot more fun than today, and I started that day off staring at the sky from my front lawn. Seriously, it was kind of funny. :)

Comments

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling pretty good, body-wise. The PMS is whispering defeatist crappola in my ear, so I'm staring at a huge pile of dripping wet suck, that only a few days ago was a brilliant, amusing and captivating story. *G*

I am looking *so* forward for Castiel to take center stage for a bit--the boys need a break and I'm *koff* yeah, totally sucked in by the angel, I give up--I give *in*!

Oy, staircases! The devil's playground, I tell you! Mr. R missed the last three stairs himself the other day--I'm kind of glad I wasn't there to see it. *shiver* But he's good, thank goodness. Being on crutches always looks so horribly uncomfortable. I tell you, if this keeps up,we'll have to form a club....*g*

[green-tea37.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that you and Mr. R are okay. Yeah, those staircases...they're eeevill, I tell you. Evil. It's a conspiracy, I'm sure.

I have complete faith that your story is brilliant and all that's fab. Those hormones can really mess with your head. Give it a couple of days and your story will shine again.

I can't wait to see more Castiel. there's a great interview with Misha in Issue #9 of Supernatural magazine. Also an article about a Supernatural Con which made me think of you as I read it.