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OMG, my head. It is so painful. *sips coffee* *takes advil*

*waits*

Wow, LJ is slow this morning! NaNo people must be busy writing?

I caught up on Fringe last night, and did anyone else catch the "page 47" Alias shout out? Hee! Things like that make me all warm and fuzzy and nostalgic, and glad that I'm still following JJ's shows, for better or worse.

Of course, things like "the pattern" and all the obscure references therein (little hill? WTH?) are like JJ's calling card - I'm just waiting for a Rambaldi reference, now. :)

Working on pendants and earrings, and with any luck, everything currently on the spreadsheet will go in the mail no later than Monday, hooray! Also, the Rainbow Drive total is slowing inching upward, still.

Ouch. Still painful. Has migraine hallmarks. I really need a massage.

ETA: Oh, right - of course my head hurts! I've been doing jewelry making every night this week so far. Damn, sometimes I am not as smart as I should be. It's like sewing, and puts strain my neck and shoulders, and on my eyes. I know better than to go without a damn break. *is mad at self*

*sigh* I still need a massage.

Important Fandom Question!

There have to be some other people who watch CSI: NY on my f-list, right? ( Spoilers for last night's ep )

And thank you God, my headache has broken! Seriously, that's what it feels like, this internal *snap* as the pain finally breaks, like all the tension going out of a line. Thank goodness.

Also, for the next few days, my Bond icons will be in rotation, because even though I haven't actually talked about it much OMGNEWDANIELCRAIGBOND this weekend! Remember how I linked the trailer for the first movie, and talked about it obsessively for like two weeks (or more?) Yeah, I am actually just as excited about Quantum of Solace. I had that epiphany last time, if you'll remember, about how my mother is actually to blame for my spy problem. (It's all because of her fondness for Bond!) Well, I recently discovered my sister is similarly fangirly about Bond, and particularly Daniel Craig (there was talk of bibs and drool), and she, too, blames our mother. And Sean Connery.

But mostly Mom.

Anyway. Blue eyed, badass spies are totally a weakness. Rhien!Sis and I will be calling each other this weekend after we've seen the new movie, and I expect much incoherent squeeing and silent moments of appreciation to abound.