Richard Brook

Worst flight ever. Scariest landing ever. I swear we came in sideways. The flight attendants spent the entire thing just chatting with the people in first class and not actually doing any flight attending. And I'm pretty sure the aeroplane was one decent sneeze away from breaking apart.

Apparently the airline contracted MJN for this flight. x_x

So, I'm supposed to be doing laundry and shit so I can go to Portland on Tuesday. I am being severely slowed down by the fact that the lift is broken, and will not be repaired until Monday. Which, fine. I can do the laundry I need on Monday night before I leave, and all that, but still.

That is two flights of stairs. Not a lot, but the only reason we agreed to a second-storey flat was because there's a lift. Because, you know, mobility issues of the hip, knee, and back variety FUCKING SUCK. lajesfio nasnfj;sejd;lfkaLFHFJLKAjkla


In other news, I am having my arse kicked by a fic right now. This may actually be the most difficult casefic I've ever attempted. But there are far too few casefics in the KKBB fandom, which is something I would like to discuss at length in a while, but not today. Because there is a lot of discussing to be had on that one, and I want to devote an entire post to it.


ETA: I went straight for the Pascalls. Oh my god, new favourite sweet, right there. Fucking hell, NZ has the best sweets.

One of my cats tried to kill me. I don't know which, and they're both acting revoltingly cool about the whole thing, but I'm positive it was attempted murder.

I had my laptop up on the back of the sofa, where it lives when I'm not using it. It's about the same area where my head is when I'm asleep, as I was about a half hour ago. And one of the cats got up onto the back of the sofa and pushed the laptop off.

And onto my face.

Twenty minutes on, and I'm still spitting out a bit of blood. None of my teeth were knocked out or broken, thank fuck, but I'm still in chuffing agony over this. I've taken some pills to take the edge off, and even if I had insurance, I'm not sure if there's anything a dentist could do since it's mostly just some cuts and bruises, and has mostly stopped bleeding on its own.


Today is going to be a keeping to myself day, I think. I'm not in the mood to deal with anyone or anything.

It's because I just bit into some positively pink and gooey chicken. Well, I say bit into. There was swallowing as well, because I was too busy reading my email and carrying on a conversation to pay attention to what I was eating. The other two are swearing up and down that the chicken was pre-cooked. My money's on me winding up in hospital with Salmonella. Or is it E. Coli that you get from uncooked chicken?

Either way, I'll probably wind up with something. This is why I shouldn't eat when I'm not hungry. I pay less attention. Not eating at all today was definitely the safer option. Ah, well. I guess I am a bit overdue for incompetent hospital staff sticking needles in my arms for a few days.

Anyone want to place any bets? Which will kill off Zed by next week?


They've brought the chicken back, supposedly re-cooked. I'm having a second go at it, because it has been over a day since I've eaten anything, and I really should.