the Dalaverse

Have been unusually silent for three reasons:

1. On Wednesday, about ten minutes before I meant to leave for work (half an hour after I said I'd come in, naturally), I was bending over to pick something up in the kitchen when my back suddenly decided to add a few decades onto its actual lifespan, spasming so hard I had to sit down. It had been vaguely sore for a couple days, but this was like I'd pulled something riding, only I haven't been on a horse in two years. I took more Advil than you are technically supposed to and winced through half a day at work. Next morning, it still hurt, but I swallowed a giant prescription painkiller tablet -- seriously, fucker was the size of my thumbnail, poor pill-phobic Fern would've gone into convulsions at the mrere sight of it -- and went to work. I last about two hours, because the only thing to do was filing and seeing as how I couldn't bend over more than ten degrees, I was kind of useless. So I went home and spent the rest of the day and night on my side in bed. Lots more painkillers, lots of applications of the smelly microwaveable heating pad, very unpleastant if I hadn't been happily engrossed in reading (see reason #2). It was mostly better by Friday and it feels perfectly fine now. Thing was, though, I didn't want to make matters worse by plopping myself down in front of the computer in my retired kitchen chair, so it stayed off for Three. Whole. Days. It was astonishing. It was almost liberating. But now I've turned it on and haven't budged for an hour and a half, so I can see that I did the Right Thing.
2. Last week I tore through PoA to refresh my memory before the movie, and this week I decided to just go ahead and finish the rest of the series, since I hadn't reread OotP yet. I got through both GoF and OotP in three and a half days, not bad considering that I did drag my ass to work now and then. Finished the latter just this afternoon, sobbing through the last sixty pages, and now I feel very HP-centric and strangely empty. I believe I will be hunting for R/S fic in the next couple of weeks -- must take a look at musesfool's master list of recs.
3. Suffering a severely depressing bout of writers block. Hopefully it will clear up in time to get something done for my J/W ficathon story, which I believe is due in early July. But yeah, I feel horribily guilty and useless puttering around online when I can't write a word to save my life, so that was the third reason for avoiding my computer in general and LJ in particular.

And tomorrow we are leaving for vacation until Thursday (OMG CEDAR POINT *SQUEEEEEE*), so I'll be further out of commision. If riding the Millenium Force doesn't jar me into creativity, then by George I don't know what will.

Oh, and GIP! It's the Red Line! Hooray! Thank heavens all the fuss over Reagan is finally OVER and I can dare set foot over the district line now.

By all that's good and holy, someone please explain to my father that fannypacks are not acceptable in any situation, EVER again. Especially if they've got Grumpy embroidered on the front.

Am seriously tempted to chuck it out, but I think I'll just hide it instead.

Godammit, I TOLD him I'd stick his spare glasses in my purse! HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE THAT FANNY PACK!!!