Odin's Day

Administration
Happy birthday to phantom_wolfboy! *snuggles the wolfboy*

Medical
Still not 100%, but vastly improved from yesterday, thanks to a good night's sleep. Which I credit to Lunesta and to BPAL's TKO aromatherapy blend - thanks for the sniffie, supremegoddess! I'm still exhausted, I'm still achy, but I'm functional. Got two days' worth of Lyrica from the pharmacy to tide me over. Must call the health insurance company *again* this morning. And poke them about my Lunesta approval as well as my Lyrica.

Random Annoyance
I really need the file cabinet that's in storage in Georgia. And my iPod. And, hell, any number of other things. But mostly those first two.

Reminder to self
No dessert today unless I get at least two hours done on the paying job.

Posts to make
Philcon, BDSM with fibro, Sophie B. Hawkins, Spooky, holidays, upcoming Shayara stuff.

Daily Science
A Chinese woman was admitted to Huashan Hospital in Shanghai, with a chopstick in her brain (!)---specifically the inferior prefrontal subcortex. The chopstick was removed by a Dr. Zu, who took the opportunity to culture the brain tissue that came out with the chopstick. He wanted to verify whether there existed adult neural stem cells there...

Daily BPAL
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This is what alpha testing is for, after all.

If this bug happens one more time I swear I'm gonna hit something.

It's in alpha, 'song. Bugs are to be expected.

Nyargh.

(Yes, D., I reported it. It's one of the ones that happened before, that you were looking for a reoccurence of. I made it recur. Aren't I clever?)

I am going to go have some chocolate. And then I am going to attempt to edit this node again.

(At least I'm getting paid for my frustration!)

[Shayara] Capri, age 14, 2 AM

He always falls asleep before I do, these days. He used to stay awake longer, waiting to see if I'd need him. Afraid to leave me alone.

I'm okay. He knows I'm okay.

I prop myself up on my elbow, just watching him. The rise and fall of his broad chest in those flannel pajamas. The tremble of the fabric echoing his heartbeat. His face, relaxed in sleep, moon-silvered, lips curved into a secret smile. I wonder what he's dreaming. I could tap into the soulbond and see, dream with him... but he should have privacy. I should not enter unasked.

My kiri'totharan. Awful as the night was that gave him to me... thank the gods for my kiri bond, warm and golden and safe and ours. Thank the gods for my kiri. For Halloran.

I slip my hand into his. I'd kiss him if I dared. But if he doesn't want me...

He shifts slightly. The light through the window picks out new angles and shadows - his mouth, the line of his neck, his strong arms. My so-handsome kiri.

"I'm going to marry you someday," I whisper, knowing it for truth.