Drabble: "Queen of Pain", Young Wizards universe.

Title: "Queen of Pain"
Author: azurelunatic
Universe: Young Wizards, borrowed in good fanfic-is-fair-use, right? faith from outofambit.
Classification: Gen/Battle
Rating: G to PG, depending on what you rate Girl Stuff as.
Length: Drabble (100! On the nose!)
Summary: Poking the ailing wizard isn't nice.


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"Whoever You Are" -- Gratuitous Lyrics Post

Heard this song on the radio back sometime in the mid/late '90s, and was absolutely delighted and amused that someone would write a song of thanks to a kind freeway driver.

Having now driven on freeways, I now understand.

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Revenge of the Sith? Hardly. Romance of the Jedi. (Warning: not suitable for those who don't like slashy trailer mashups.) elance, if you haven't seen this yet, you probably should, though it is a different master/apprentice than the usual.

http://www.hurratorpedo.org -- Norwegian appliance rock. Their US tour site, http://www.hurratorpedo.com, has a more polished and produced feel to it than what the other site shows the band seems to be like, but it's ... interesting.

When I get excited about TV, it's in the wrong country.

wibbble? elance? This is going to be on in your neck of the woods soonish.

Being sick is no fun, part n++

Laundry is done. Dishes are not. Packing is not.

Going to catch a nap now. Alarm's set for 5:30, in case I don't wake up in the middle of the night perfectly perky as per the usual.

Travel get-together plans? The only reasonably firm one is, oh crap, I need to e-mail 'Shua my number. For the 22nd. And the 29th. I think. I'm not sure. Aunt-Fayoumis and her Trailer of Doom are cruising the state on Fayoumis-Clan Standard Time, which means "whenever the fuck she feels like it". Aunt-Fayoumis is a lot like me. Guide Dog Aunt is also a lot like me. Tay-Tay is a lot like all of us. We are family, we are nuts, and we are clannish.

...annnnd he's paid. So. Easy e-mail solutions for great justice!

I sleep while I can breathe.

coulda, woulda, shoulda.

It is my belated realization that yes, I actually do need a humidifier.

This air is dry enough that when my nose is too clogged to breathe through, my throat dries out within three breaths. My nose is nearing that nasty state.

As a stopgap measure, I have the small crockpot running with a load of water. To prime it, a freshly microwave-heated two-cup measure of boiling water.