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[aesc]

HALLO.

This is one of those posts you post when you really have nothing at all to say for yourself but are a bit too wired on Espresso Truffle and finishing most of an application and are too squirrelly to settle down and read or write what should be read or written and it's total utter spam and there's no redeeming value to it, but dammit, you need an excuse to compulsively check gmail and hear the happy little 'chime' thing so please please please reply to this post with randomness so I can have an excuse not to read St. Augustine.

THANK YOU.

.eta: unamaga with vorpal-bunny-slippered John and amberlynne with the overcaffienated Rodney!

Comments

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

This reminds me of that time that the Daedelus was broken and the bridge stopped working (before they blew it up) and NO, RODNEY, YOU CANNOT GATE TO EARTH TO GO TO STARBUCKS, and then FINALLY Caldwell deemed them worthy of a stop and Rodney drank EIGHT cups of espresso in 32 minutes!

And John tried REALLY hard not to find it adorable but failed miserably and ended up stuck under Rodney on his couch, trying desperately to avoid his coffee crash coma drool and loving every minute of it.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Awwww, Rodney racing around maniacally and John maybe eventually deciding, okay, McKay's reached critical mass and he needs to go lie down before he keels over. And just as he's about to ease Rodney down on the couch Rodney zonks out and collapses on him and John has no choice but to lie under a warm, sleeping, contented Rodney.

*squeees happily*

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYS!