swizzle sticks

As in going a bit stir crazy. Call me ungrateful, which I feel like at present... but if I go down *that* particular road I'll start explaining myself into a flaming corner again, and I hate when I do that! anyway, I'm going a touch looney over here. Not that I don't love my family dearly, I do. I just need my space. And it's way weird going from a dorm room with a yellow fuzzbal of a roomie to a house with four other people and a yellow fuzzball roomie. So I go back to uni sunday. And I can't say I'm not looking forward to it, because I am.

Call me incoherent, you'd be right. Too many SG1 stories last night, and now I'm all sleepy and stuff. And of course, stories like everything else give Charlie dreams. One of them was the entire main cast and a couple others, but in high school! Not like that cloning experiment gone wrong, doubles of themselves in high school. The actual people as they would've been at eighteen or so. Elements of themselves kept showing up: Janet was the slightly maternal, quieter one, Jack was always making wisecracks and junk, Teal'c was the strong silent type who I swear sang in the choir! (And he sang pretty darn well too, heehee.)

Yes one of the fanfic story thingies I read before the little sleep I got last night was the chars in high school, but nothing like the dream I had. for one, I was Janet. Go figure. Why do I keep turning up as her? For another, nobody was a cheerleader thank God. And for... wait, where was I?

Dang, I'm tired. *zzz*

great big world...

I'm going to forget I read that.

Never, at least if you're me, under any circumstances read fanfic before bed.

The rest is radio edited out, sorry guys. I rethought it.