A wineless whine - and gifts!

A lovely gift story from tipgardner really cheered me today: One Beautiful Thing, a short, Daniel-centric ficlet. Thanks so much, sweetie. I so needed that today.

I don't remember if I linked to this great art by mayflo, Lamborghini Diabolo. I want that car! And that hood ornament! I appreciate all the hard work you did for me, Hannah, and thanks. (sorry I'm late; I think you were taking your little rest when I was going to point it out before).

Thing I learned today: Neil Gaiman's first published book was a bio of Duran Duran. So how bad is beginning one's writing career with fanfic, I ask you?

I needed cheering. My body is behaving badly. I've developed a virus whose main characteristic is pain. To be more accurate, it causes the nerve to desperately shoot out every one of its signals with no true provocation, like a nervous schoolboy under teacher scrutiny who rattles off every State Capital in his memory. Deep throbbing pain? Check. Burning surficial pain? Yep. The sudden stabbing pain that causes one to cry out? Got it. I finally gave in to the lure of codeine. No hope of a quick resolution. If I get snippy in the next couple of weeks, bear with me. I'm short of sleep and for part of last night dreamed I was under Cruciatus. AK me now!