wildestranger | I don't love you like I loved you yesterday

It's been a bad hand week. My arthritis has flared up, and while I'm currently able to type, this will probably not last long. I'd forgotten how exhausting being in pain is - I've spent the last few days sleeping badly and not-eating (no appetite for food and no energy to eat). The cold weather doesn't help, particularly with my rubbish insulation.

Not to mention that being crippled in my wrists makes it difficult to do my job or write my thesis. Argh.

I wish I could say that tonight's Torchwood will make me feel less depressed, but this seems unlikely. Unless the powers that be decide that angsty-fighty Ianto/Owen is the way to go. Or perhaps naughty-smug Ianto/Martha. *ponders*

Porn, anyone?