Guys.

[minxy]

I could say something about the wankery that exploded in my peripheral fandom vision, and I could thank you for so graciously keeping the wank out of this journal.

(Minxy's world, where our motto is "don't like the pairing that's just been recced? Wait a minute and it'll change.")

(Ignoring, of course, that completely spurious, tongue-in-cheek ship war between the Cam/Daniel and Cam/Teal'c shippers because I am so not over that, omg!)

Or I could thank you in general for being lovely people, because on a normal day I really don't feel the need of a community event to feel the love, and I hope you know how I enjoy your company.

But.

BUT. I was doing some construction work today and my main partner questioned absolutely every decision I made and argued every single point down to when it was appropriate to put something down. When he went home, I was paired with a different partner who has the regrettable habit of setting tools down on top of the ladders we were on and at one point a ladder tipped and I was struck on the head. By a hammer. It was a fairly tall ladder too, I would like to say.

[physics 101 questions (10 points) if a 5 lbs hammer falls from a 7 ft ladder and strikes a 5'7" woman on the head, at what velocity is the instrument traveling when it strikes her scalp?]

YES. Blow to the head, people. And head wounds, even if they don't require stitches, bleed like a mo' fo'.

So I draw a bath (though not to wash or even pull my hair), pull my computer to play some music and do a quick check of the flist while I'm there and. AND. minnow1212 organizes links to threads of people on her flist who've been loved in the (not so) anonymous love meme (she put my name in the ring too, the beauty) and...

Guys. Thank you. Some times a little love comes at just the right time. Like when one has a hard day of hard work and caps it with an occasionally bleeding head wound. Thank you.

ETA: You guys remain wonderful and generous and my head is much better today. No swelling, minimal point tenderness and a continuing absence of any concussion symptoms. I am thick-skulled is wot. Go me!

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[delphia2000.livejournal.com]

*gentle all-better-now-kisses for your poor noggin!*

I figured your name was someplace in those pages and pages of virtual love, but was too tired to look, I'm sorry to say. But I know where to find you to tell you how amazing you are and to blow you virtual kisses!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

Thanks. I'm one of those incredibly un-graceful weepers. I don't cry much--like, ever. When I do, though, my eyes swell, my sinuses swell, and I cry for *hours*. I can't even *see*, but I'll keep intermittantly weeping off and on while my eyes attempt to cool off enough for me to actually get my eyelids open. Ai.

Talk about too tired to look. I never would have seen that if Minnow hadn't linked to whateverwhatever page and pointed me. Glad I did see it, though. It was unlooked for, and all the more wonderful for it and the timing.

My mom gave me a cookie. One never outgrows that kind of comfort.