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here am i floating in a tin can
I spent half of yesterday hiding in the periodicals section of the library with my laptop and a bunch of books on Otolaryncology. I'm not actually sure what Otolaryncology is, but man does it keep the crowds away. The few brave souls who were courageous enough to wander a few stacks away from me said to themselves in low, suspicious voices, "Where is that odd music coming from?" It was me, guys! Surprise! I had on some Leonard Nimoy; it seemed strangely appropriate.
November has so far seen fit to slam me repeatedly against a brick wall while laughing cruelly at my misery, so I'm not sure how much I'll be around this week. Four papers due between now and Friday, and then two more due on Monday, along with regular weekly assignments due on Thursday and Monday. HAHAHA, I am so going to die!
I feel like I'm missing a few things, but so far that's all I've been able to come up with. If I'm forgetting something I promised I'd write you, let me know. I'm really bad about keeping track. :\
November has so far seen fit to slam me repeatedly against a brick wall while laughing cruelly at my misery, so I'm not sure how much I'll be around this week. Four papers due between now and Friday, and then two more due on Monday, along with regular weekly assignments due on Thursday and Monday. HAHAHA, I am so going to die!
Things Wot I Want To Write If I Survive The Coming Slaughter:
- Undercover thug!John AU, wherein Teyla is the classy chick who owns the club, Ronon knows clothes, Elizabeth is heartless but still John’s superior, and Rodney can’t catch a break.
- Adopted!Chuck comes to terms with his new family. Rodney may or may not wear pink slippers.
- Finish the track star AU for
just_google_it (due November 30, shit! shit!), and write accompanying 'verse snippets.
- Interior decorator AU. Color schemes are serious business in Rodney McKay’s opinion, and John Sheppard is the only one up to the task.
- Joe/David rimming ficlet for
schneestern.
- 1922, New York - "The City On a Still". A speakeasy during prohibition, password: Atlantis. Rodney plays the piano while Teyla sings jazz; John's involved with the mob, helps run and manage the club to protect the family's best interests.
- Rodney and John watch Young Frankenstein ficlet for
kashmir1, possible abuse of the phrase, "Roll, roll, roll in ze hay!"
I feel like I'm missing a few things, but so far that's all I've been able to come up with. If I'm forgetting something I promised I'd write you, let me know. I'm really bad about keeping track. :\

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And I totally know what Otolaryncology is, it's the thing with the thing and the stuff inside. Oh and the pink goo! I always forget that part.
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Yikes. I hope you survive (and for the record, I'm not just saying that because I'm desperate to read your undercover thug AU, I swear).
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*pets you anyway*
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CRUELTY BENDS SPACE TIME.
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Oh, and porn.
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And I will be your mess to deal with!
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No hurry on my ficlet. And I'll help with the Adopted!Chuck ficlet if ya want. :D
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Every single one of those fics sounds AWESOME. Good luck with surviving the week of possible death by academic paper overdose! *sends good thoughts and candy*
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UM. UM WHAT. I--I mean. Waitasec--what now. WAIT WAIT WAIT. *stumbles and looks around, confusedly*
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Also, shit that's soon for just google it!