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Well, seems like karma's a bitch and my mom was right: Brooklyn + me =/= good things.

Some guy pushed me into a wall and took my metro card today, and my wrist got caught at an odd angle between my chest and the wall, so it's now aching dully and wrapped in an ace bandage. At least I hadn't taken my wallet out of my jacket yet, so he didn't get anything else, and there were only ten dollars on that card 'cause I hadn't refilled it for December yet.

I am not pleased, though, November. Bad month. No biscuit.

Bright side: mail from

hewbrew_hernia and

merihn! For some reason, the postal system saw fit to very carefully cut off the envelope flap on your card, Mon, which is slightly curious, BUT. Your sweetness definitely cheered me up, and I really, really want to sit in on your anthropology class if your professor accidentally draws stick porn all the time. Alex, your postcard is delightful and going up on my postcard door as soon as I can find some sticky stuff to tac it with. Thank you both so much!

ETA: Mon, to answer your question: Floral Park DOES have a park, and it is somewhat floral in the spring. Also, if you catch them off guard, the trees bloom.

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!

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. :\

this might be the place

i could get used to this lifestyle

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here am i floating in a tin can

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