Caution: sleep deprivation can cause unforeseen tangenting

On Monday, I came home to find a note on the door of out apartment lobby, tell us that Wednesday morning (this morning) they'll be cleaning the parking lot. (Getting rid of all the sand and gunk from having been covered in snow. I mention this for the benefit of Southern-type peeps. *g* Growing up in Miami, I had no clue. For real. I never ever had to think about things like snow removal, or street cleaning [many of the trees that should lose their leaves in wintertime don't, because it's that mild], and the idea that one could buy a car without air-conditioning as a standard deal was totally foreign. I might be on the same coast, but it's a whole other world, man. *g*)

So, they wanted us to be out of our parking space by 7am.

I usually get up at 6:50am.

Why yes, yes I did give the finger to a printed sign. ::sigh::

Got up an hour early, on top of which, I slept really badly last night (think I might be sick again--I feel like spending the last 20 minutes asleep dreaming that I had a fever might be an indication that I, uh, have a fever). Yeah, it's Wednesday, all right.

Got to work an hour early, realized that within the space of an hour there would be a block of 38 minutes (I'm freakin' tired, so this was high-level conceptual thinking on the order of linear algebra), wrote "Breather" for sga_flashfic, remembered why I hate timed challenges. ::rueful:: (That'd be 'cause I feel very, very disquieted by them. Which is why I never joined contrelamontre. I much prefer having days and days to agonize over things. *g* In fact, the usual week or so of sga_flashfic challenges pushes my comfort zone, when you add in the beta time, which is kind of why I'm making myself do them... yeah, weird that way.)

Watched "Hide and Seek" for about the seven hundredth time last night for the missing scenes I'm working on, and--god, I love that ep. *g* Really want to know how far in advance they plan storylines, 'cause there's some wicked foreshadowing there. "When the Wraith get here, they're not going to try to scare us. They'll blow the crap out of this place with their ships." And the institution of the self-destruct code, 'cause theirs is the only Stargate that can dial Earth, and is their last line of defense against the Wraith... (The Big Gay Love between John and Rodney would go without saying, except that I like saying it. Hee.)

John is dorky beyond measure with the Athosian kids, and gets to be all pretty and geared-up and stalky. Stackhouse gets lines and action! Grodin shows us his ass while walking up stairs! We get a large number of songvid-worthy shots! There is no bad here. (I'm with miera_c in thinking that this was shot after "38 Minutes," 'cause they've got the costumes finalized here [no velcro on the jacket collars], and Weir's in uniform instead of the Brown Shirt of Oddness and the Heeled Boots of WTF.)

Hmm. Note to self for future reference: end on the squee, and the day looks up. *g*