Cranky Pants (Unlike, say, Gay Pants. Gay, Gay Pants)

The Stargates and beer kind of made things better. ( Not import spoilers )

Mostly, though, I kind of hate people. Normally, I get all well-balanced and say that I don't hate people, they just annoy me and I want to stab them in the face. But my hormones are going crazy and between Sallie Mae, people who don't finish fic for ficathons, having to go to the DMV tomorrow, the lack of real bed, missing House, the parents never-ending divorce, not being able to talk to my grandma because she's in SD, offering to do things I should've said no to, rarely seeing Lornelover, and general work crazy, my zen is a dead rodent in the freeway.

ETA: Good things, I am managing somehow to save money for future plans and I am going to visit my mother for her 50th birthday. I am currently hanging out with lornelover, talking about Rainbow and his Gary Coleman's nurse/Michael Jackson impersonator gig on the made-for-tv Different Strokes docudrama. "It's ignorant."

Fic Recs: They Are Harmony

Once upon a time, there lived a woman who enjoyed reading and figured that while she watched Stargate S6 (Jonas!) that she'd share some of the recent stories that she'd enjoyed. ( Recs of all sorts of fun - B5, BSG, Buffyverse, due South, Firefly, Gilmore Girls, Grey's Anatomy, House, RPS, DS9, SG-1, SGA, X-Men and Crossovers, including Murphy Brown )