Drugs are *good*, mmmkay?

1) Staggered out in the -15F wind chill last night to pick up some melatonin, because I'm starting to fear that the severe ongoing sleep deprivation is actually not going to kill me, I'm just going to feel worse and crazier and keep going like some sort of disintegrating Energizer Bunny.

I think I got almost six hours of sleep last night. Which is better than the three-to-five I've been getting, so, much rejoicing. ::weak "hurray":: Though I'm hoping the headache that occured at exactly the same time I felt sleepy is not, as I fear, directly related, otherwise we're gonna have a problem.

B) Had a Moment of Rodney at work the other day--moving furniture around in the room that just reopened after the water damage, and--lord almighty. Five bookcases, fan-shaped array to line up with the staircase? Fine. But, omg, seven librarians in a room together and nothing was getting done, so I actually busted out with "I went to an engineering school, all right?" to get them to *cough* shut the hell up and do what I was telling them to do.

If I were a good person, I would feel bad about that. But I just really don't. It worked, and things got moved where they needed to be, and my department head was very impressed with my mad phat spacial relations skilz. It probably wouldn't have happened were it not for the aforementioned no-sleep thing, but I still feel bad about, uh, not really feeling bad about it. I regret that I am not, as such, that good a person. *g*

iii) When in doubt, throw it out! The fic I was working on for sga_flashfic was looking less like flashfic and more like, I dunno, extended indecent exposure fic. Did I do the smart thing and just cut it down, limit the scope? Shyeah, 'cause I'm so all about the smart thing these days. Nope, wrote a different one, which wickdzoot was kind enough to beta for me, like, incredibly damn quick. (maching_monkey, I'm not tossing the first one, but you were right about the end, and it's gonna need to be longer, so I set it aside until after the remixredux deadline and the Vegas trip. Wheehahaha!killmenow.)

So, uh, Kings of Infinite Space, rated G, McKay/Sheppard (shock, gasp), "38 Minutes"-related, for the Enclosed Spaces challenge.

(kylielee1000 will appreciate this: I'm anal enough that abbreviating it "38 Minutes" bothers me, because technically the title is "Thirty Eight Minutes," but the abbreviation bothers me less than the fact that Thirty-Eight should be thusly hyphenated, and omgIamsuchadork, I'll be over here in the dork corner.)

d) I owe many comments and much fb and whatnot to y'all lovely people and your lovely fics and things like danvers and her mad phat vidding skilz. I suck, but I'm working on it. Slowly. ::winces::