sickGood Ol' Sam. Always there when you need him. He was on Hallmark last night in a drawn out murder case called Cold Blood, looking very, very Leonard Teale (take this down to forensics). Gorgeous, though. Ah, Sam. Never disappoints, even in crap.
Which led to some writing. Nothing like distress to lead to writing. Fic 3 was originally supposed to be about Alan's physical seperation from Billy, and how hard that would be to endure. Now it's about the even harder emotional separation once Billy has returned. At least it's been more interesting to write it that way. Poor Alan. I'm trying very hard not to make him Billy's bitch, but even the source material lends itself to that interpretation. Billy is a tad high maintenance, after all. Cue I Got You:
- I got you - that's all I want
I won't forget - that's a whole lot
I don't go out - now that you're in
Sometimes we shout - but that's no problem
- I don't know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I'm not lyin'
- Look at you - you're a pageant
You're everything - that I've imagined
Something's wrong - I feel uneasy
You show me - tell me you're not teasin'
- I don't know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I'm not lyin'
- There's no doubt - not when I'm with you
When I'm without - I stay in my room
Where do you go - I get no answer
You're always out - it gets on my nerves
- I don't know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes you can tell that I'm not lying
I don't know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I'm not lyin'
I don't know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I'm not lying
I also decided, since yesterday was a pig of a day, to indulge at last in the Devil's Doughnuts. No, really. The local bakery makes these custard buns and they ice stars onto them, only they're, well, pentagrams. Satan's own custard buns, sinfully good. AP thought I was joking til I brought them home. Next time I'll try and remember to take a photo before I eat it. Not to worry, and I'll make it up by buying hot cross buns next, which the local bakery makes all year round. Had some on the weekend. I like to chew on them wen I'm hormonal.
Speaking of hormonal, I bet the guys and their charts never figured on leaving everything in the hands of two unqualified women who don't like each other that we'd synch up and have the same days off sick for the exact same reason. Heh. I am here at HO about to receive a right drubbing but I have my medical certificate. My boss said he would handle everything. Yep, hand 'em my head in a basket. Typical.
Happily I just got off with a stern talking to for having the temerity to take two days off sick. As punishment I will have to give up more of my own time and RDOs. So what else is new. Pass me the employment section.
After my drubbing and Management stalked off everyone have me words of comfort and support, a cup of tea and a a fistful of humourous cartoons slandering management. Which means basically some people thought I was being treated roughly. Which was nice. They said I'd been so helpful and patient. Huh? There must be another me or else one of my other personalities is actually nice.
My friend in Seattle sometimes can't believe how I can turn a corner and slam into somebody but the city is still a small city (though it was smaller still way back when). As if to prove this I popped into a salad bar on the way back to the station and there He was: the former One and Only Great Love of My Life. He barely looked at me, other than a moment to recognise, glare, then pointedly look away, you know, that look that says "you're dead to me". Wow, people never just tire of me in half measures, do they. One minute he was the best thing in my life, the next he was gone, utterly. It wasn'y okay then, I'm not okay about it now.
- You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
Heh. The universe has taught me another lesson because I don't care much about my lake of tea making facilities or my dressing down now.
Needless to say I'll be hitting the Sarah McLachlan when I get home tonight. But for now, I think I'm going to throw up again.
