sarcasm always wins out in the end

I am having an MRI tomorrow (nothing to do with me, it's part of a study into something), which is sort of exciting but also slightly annoying, as I am not allowed any coffee or tea after tonight at 9. I am not convinced that I'll be able to get out of bed without it, and certainly I'll have a massive headache after a few hours.

Have any of you gone through and wouldn't mind telling me about it? I am mostly worried about what to wear, since most of my clothes (and all of my bras) have metal in them, which apparently would be a bad thing.

Hello flist!

I aten't dead yet. I'm sorry I've been quiet again - there's nothing much to report, really, and I haven't had enough energy, time, or brains to write fic in a while. The hamster fic (Yes, I have a hamster fic. Don't judge me, my fandom has Gerard Way and I defy anyone not to gurgle with joy when he speaks about the hamster he's going to buy.) is stalling at 2800 words, but as soon as I figure out what needs to happen next, it'll be posted.

In other news, things that do not bring me joy these days:

- My continued state of unemployment.

- The cold that makes me sniffle all the time. Not as bad as it could be, admittedly, but there's a limit to the amount of tissues I can afford to buy in a week.

- The ache in my stomach, that makes me worry about cancers, bowel diseases and appendicitis, even though it's propably just stress.

- My paralysing dread of academic job applications.

- The fact that my weekly budget has no room for wine. Sadly, this seems to be the worst thing.

Things That Do Bring Me Joy these days.

- Bunnies!

- Patrick Motherfucking Stump, and his voice, his cover of Love Lockdown, and his devotion to his Pete.

- Fall Out Boy concert next week.

- Spencer Smith pedostache of immense ugliness and hilarity.

- BBC's Merlin with it's cuddly bickering boys.

- The Daily Show and Jon Stewart's delightful little giggle .

- Gerard Way's continued existence.


Anyway, how is all of you? Hope you're having a good month, full of autumnal leaves and delightfully curvy pumpkins and apple pie. And porn. We all need the porn.

Things I have learned this weekend:

i. Captain Jack Harkness improves on the second watching. I'd forgotten how hot he is in the early episodes. Mmm. *licks*

ii. There should be "And then Jack and Ianto had first time sex" tag to every episode. See how it would change the dynamics of their relationship! Who would seduce whom, and how, and why, and how they would continue (and would they continue?). There should be a weekly challenge or something. *goes back to writing post-Cyberwoman first time J/I where Jack holds a gun to Ianto's head*

iii. Alcohol isn't making me ill. I know this because I haven't had a drink in over two weeks, and I still get headaches and dizzyness and insomnia and spells of general weakness. Apparently, it's lack of food, lack of vegetables, lack of coffee and too much coffee. In good news, I can go back to drinking. *g*

iv. There should also be more Seduction- and Courtship-fics in Torchwood. Adding intent to the constant flirtation makes it just so interesting. And just, you know, hot. Imagine Captain Jack wooing Ianto? You'd like to read that, wouldn't you? *nudges* So go write it!

v.I have discovered that Lord Peter Wimsey uses the word "whoop" in Busman's Honeymoon. This fills me with joy for some reason.

vi. How is everyone?