Track and field mice.

[orange_crushed]

I'm alive.



I am a slow-moving object, though. I've been sick on-and-off for like two weeks, and I'm mostly just exhausted. Uncharacteristically exhausted. So, doctor's appointment tomorrow, hopefully they will just laugh at me kindly and tell me to eat more fruit or something.

Working on fic. Slowly. Steadily. Not going to win any races. But you know me, it's not the destination, it's the journey. Actually, no. It's the overuse of metaphor.

Miss you guys. :)

Comments

[mylittlepwny.livejournal.com]

APPLES. EAT SOME APPLES.

And drink some apple juice. Because it's delicious and promotes strong bones and is way tastier than milk. I might also be craving some and wanting to live vicariously through you by having you drink it when I can't, but, lol. Semantics.

Working on fic.

THIS FIC. Does it rhyme with...Shmalender?

[starry-eyed.livejournal.com]

Aw, I'm sorry you've felt bad. Drink lots of orange juice and get some rest. :)

Working on fic.

YES, PLEASE.

I miss you more!

[the-spin.livejournal.com]

Feel better!

[ellieet.livejournal.com]

You're into Sherlock now? :D

[gypsy-sally.livejournal.com]

Dude. Seasonal affective disorder. I have it bad. Don't even want to get out of bed most mornings, and my energy level for the rest of the day is zilch. I am not generally like this, like, EMPHATICALLY. I'm working on it though, just really forcing myself to get out and about, and it's helping. Took a long walk on the river today, and have felt better ever since. You should look into it, it might explain your exhaustion/icky-feelingness.

[ellieet.livejournal.com]

Oh my... bloody gosh.

I do apologise.

For some reason... I saw this post on my flist and I thought you were someone else. You have a similar kind of icon to another friend of mine who as far as I know is not into Sherlock and for some reason I mixed you up with her. I am so sorry.

And please, feel better.