Number of times fallen while going down the stairs today: 2
Number of times almost hit in the driver's side while driving today: 1

I think fate is trying to kill me. If so, it isn't trying very hard. Since I'm still here and all. Suspect the only repercussions are a very bruised ass and a lingering fear of left turns. In other words, nothing new.

Arrrrrgh, always so tired. I'm convinced I have an iron deficiency now. Since I'm going by how my fingernails look, I can't say this is particularly reliable but it's the best that I can come up with for now. Maybe I'll find a more dread disease to obsess over later. Hypochondria rules.

Why don't more people write good Frodo/Aragorn? And why don't more people write Elijah/Viggo? I don't even care if it's any good at this point. Just... where is it? *whimpersighwhine* Stupid obscure pairings.