SGA spam tomorrow, including possibly a small cracklet fic and a Rodney Fanmix which may or may not already be titled Alien Space Ship of Love.
Wow, it sucks not having any friends in your entire state. I have the house to myself for the first time in ages, and I can't even appreciate the fact, because I'm all alone and I'm even starting to miss my father's busybody ways - at least then I didn't have hours by myself to sink into stupid, ridiculous self-reflection.
When you're alone by choice, it's so much easier to occupy yourself with all the things you want to be doing, you know? It's just no fun to wander around an empty, big house at three AM, knowing that the entire town is quiet around you, and there's no one within walking distance that you can go to if you need help or you need to talk. I spent an hour actually doing dishes this evening, just because I had nothing else that I wanted to do. Some of the things I washed were already clean.
Okay, now I feel like even more of a loser, so first five people to comment get a ficlet of their choosing.
IT DOES COUNT. I can feel your astral arms around me and AM COMFORTED! \o/
And, uh, one of my friends at school lived in Hawaii for a long while, and he used to come over to the dorm and play us songs on his ukulele regularly. He taught me a few songs (including My Dog Has Flees) even though I wasn't especially GOOD at it - my fingers are too small to reach the strings right - and he could play Beatles. Pretty dern cool.
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And, uh, one of my friends at school lived in Hawaii for a long while, and he used to come over to the dorm and play us songs on his ukulele regularly. He taught me a few songs (including My Dog Has Flees) even though I wasn't especially GOOD at it - my fingers are too small to reach the strings right - and he could play Beatles. Pretty dern cool.