*puts in ear plugs*

Dear Builders next door,

I made the effort this morning. Having barely slept last night, I woke up feeling completely washed out, my head is full of cotton wool, my sinuses are full of unmentionable gunk and my eyes feel like someone attacked them with sandpaper while I was sleeping. But I made the effort. I'm here at work, at least attempting to get something done.

So please, for the love of all that's quiet and peaceful, STOP THE DAMN DRILLING!. You're supposed to be putting the building up, not taking lumps out of it.

No love,

Me.

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ETA: I now have a line from an SGA fic going round my head, which some kind soul at sgastoryfinders tracked down for me: "Sheppard raised his head with a look of utter, adoring gratitude, as though he'd already thought Rodney was the greatest thing since crunchy peanut butter and Rodney had just proved he was grape jelly too."

Because miss_zedem is officially the best thing not only since peanut butter and grape jelly, but also the best thing sliced bread, mint chocolate aeros and sundried tomotoes.

Pictures to follow ;D

Spammity spam spam

I haz a microphone. And I've worked out (sort of) how to record onto the computer.

*evil grin*

Be afraid. Be very afraid.