they call it stormy Monday

[aesc]

Eeeesh, we had 9 inches of rain this weekend--a drop in the bucket compared to Galveston and other places (is the entire midwest under water???), but it set a local record for most rainfall in 24 hours. Finally, finally it's cleared up and there had damn well better be some nice weather this week, that's all I'm sayin'.

Post of random:

MEME. Stolen from pretty much everyone: What, if you read my fic, is/are the characteristic(s) that stand(s) out the most? The convoluted sentences? How it vanishes from your memory even as you read it?

RL. OMFG way too busy. I had two conference abstracts due today and an appointment with the advisor to talk about my "dissertation." The good news is that the proposal is further along than I thought.

BOYS. OH MY GOD JOE. (Spoilery, probably, but STILL, OMG.)

Thus ends this post of random.

Comments

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Thank you very kindly! I think maybe some of that dream-like quality may be incoherence of my own... I usually write when my brain insists I should be in bed :D

[less-star.livejournal.com]

I spent a lot of time trying to figure out why SGA lends itself so well to exhaustion-fic. Was it the feeling of constantly fighting a too-powerful enemy? The isolation in the first season that drove people to just keep going because they had nothing else left? Do we need to see the characters on the edge to make it plausible that they would fall so hard for each other? And then I went, um, maybe the fact that I always stay up reading between 11 pm and 2 am before getting up to go to work at six-thirty has something to do with it :)

But, what I really wanted to say is HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! All the best wishes for you in your new year!

I got someone else to say happy birthday, too

Rodney's all burrowed under the comforter when John enters the room. He approaches with caution and reaches out to touch what he thinks is a shoulder. "Hey, buddy." No response. Another shoulder-nudge. "Happy birthday!"

There's only a muffled noise from the bed but John can tell when he's being insulted. "Is that the way to talk to someone bringing you a gift?"

The noises increase in volume and John cuts in before things get really heated "I have coffee, too." The Rodney-bundle on the bed is quiet for so long that John's about to repeat himself but then Rodney sits up, bleary-eyed, his hair sticking out in uneven tufts that are not adorable in any way. He looks between the DVD case and the coffee-cup a few times and then up at John. He looks like he wants to say something but then he tears his gaze from John to the DVD.

Rodney tries to look disinterested and fails completely. "Hmm, ninth doctor?" he says, making a grabby hands gesture towards the disc "that's actually not completely..."

And then Rodney smiles and grabs John's t-shirt to pull him down and under the cover. John has the presence of mind to put the cup of coffee down before he gives in, snuggling close and sliding his hand under Rodney's flannel pajama jacket to feel his back, warm and strong. He tries hard not to think but he he's got, he's got this. Rodney and mornings and birthdays and...

"Happy birthday" he whispers against Rodney's neck.