overwhorked

Oh, peeps, I feel overworked and overwhelmed. (Whoops, I just almost spelled that overwhorked and that seems very close to overwhored. IF ONLY...!!!)

Plus I have a snotty stuffy headcold. YUK. I am plying myself with echinacea, hot lemon, lemsip, strepsils and noodle soup. Bugger this. And my mind is a BLANK when it comes to my paper, and I'm flying next week, and I've got chock-a-block-full days of teaching since then and *would bang head on keyboard if weren't so frozen with panic*

Why, oh why, did I agree to teach effing four modules? Well, I know why, because a mood of worry prevails at the institution and we have to fill in timesheets. But never again. I have resolved not to let my academic integrity be intimidated by timesheets. Nobody can keep up their research nor even keep up-to-date on the subjects they're teaching if they're doing four modules.

When, oh when, will my LiveJournal become less of a bore again? Maybe I should just stand in the kitchen for ten minutes and make very boring tea. And perhaps endure a sex change and go cavorting with Orli.

happy birthday, belinda!

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A very happy birthday to you, eyebrowofdoom!


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To the doomiest eyebrow evah! May you have the dayest of births on this versary of anns! And may Martin smile upon you and Melanchthon get up to naughty things behind the reredos (ideally with Martin) and may all doom that is not eye of the brow be kept far, far away from your noble forehead space!

I'm a little early but it's probably already YOUR BIRTHDAY in the land of Kelly! *throws confetti, candles, cakes and knitted wombs in merry profusion*

Oh, and may the fic nevah dry up. Only have little dry seasons and then gurgle forth. ;-)

mackenzie crook, as you've never seen him before

At least, I had never seen him like this before.

Why Mackenzie Crook? He is my Draco.

*sighs*

I don't seem to have forgotten the old rps fandom habits just yet. My fingers still seem to know what keys to hit to land in fannish sites full of yummy images... *g*

( yummy images )

And doesn't he look pretty as a girl??? That jaw definition!

Thanks to ios_pillow_book for reminding me of the beauty of fingers and setting me off on this insane fingerchase. Those, my Friends, are what Dudley wants inside him. Yearningly.

manlust therapy

omg, I feel so strangely revitalised after my 45 minutes in the fritter bank, copying and pasting urls to Mackenzie lust pics! I feel almost normal, and I have to say I haven't felt normal in a while, what with my non-paper-writing panic attacks and my alienesque forays into SHINK SHINING. (Why can I never write that in non-caps, and why did I just write SHINK and not SINK? T'mysteries of t'stepfordish brain.) I feel beleaguered, I'm preparing teaching at 10.30 pm, I'm shirking, but oh, it's manlust shirk.

Maybe, maybe, maybe. One of these days.

I will write fic again.

*ogles her Draco*

*imagines those slim fingers entwined with beefy ones*

*feels faint*

*resists the temptation to go and find fingerpics of beefy boxers and to to her My Pictures page to check what on earth that Dudley boxer's rps model's name was*

ricky hatton pics

Um. I was wrong. I did not resist temptation. I checked to see what my Dudley was called and then I linked to some more yummy pictures. Okay, not quite as yummy as Mackenzie Crook's but it's the swoon potential, the slashiness of the boxing glove, the whole MAN thing.

( my dudley )