dirty words

... unless you have a fever and have slogged through work all week with a cold/flu thing and now you're home and it's FABULOUS except for the part where you still sort of feel like your brain is disintegrating into your sinuses.

I've spent the last two hours or so watching paint dry. Literally. To be fair, this work in progress does sort of look to the fever-addled eye like a magical geometric forest of painted cardboard tubes.

( Sneak peek of my new craft space! )

Also, my resistance crumbled to dust and I am now infatuated with Body of Proof and have a new OTP (you guys it's Dana Delany and Jeri Ryan and it's subtext with the emphasis on text and you just pretty much have to) and icepixie is not-so-innocently suggesting that RPF might also be a necessity and I am going to enjoy the heck out of this sick weekend from the comfort of my newly fabulous apartment.

ETA: LIVEJOURNAL, Y U NO RECOGNIZE ORIENTATION OF IPHONE PICS. I have fixed it I hope!