greetings from the great state of -- OW, MY BACK!

So among our many clever money-saving ideas was that Mary and I would do all the moving on the Athens end of things ourselves, since we had the truck for a whole weekend. Of course, the weekend was 150 degrees, we own unbelievable amounts of crap (much of it wooden and massively heavy), and we are girly. Oh, it got done (although we ended up having to create an extra 24 hours in our schedule for various reasons), but it was TEH SUCK.

And now I will never not hurt again. On the other hand, we made it to North Carolina. On the other hand, we're still waiting for our furniture to arrive (they say tomorrow). On the other hand, we hired people to carry it up to the new apartment, because it's on the third fucking floor, and there's just no way we're capable -- so we have no responsibilities whatsoever as far as that goes. On the other hand, I'm in a constant low-grade panic about the giant truck not fitting in the parking lot or our movers dying of heat exhaustion and their next of kin suing us into next year. On the other hand, the new cable package gives us a DVR and high-speed internet, both of which we deeply deserve. On the other hand, the cats will never speak to us again because of the trauma (Thelma hasn't come out from under the bathroom sink in something like 12 hours). On the other hand, we're *almost done.* On the other hand, we're still sleeping on the damn floor and OW, MY BACK!

Even typing this kind of sucks, because there's no good way to position myself on the floor for typing that doesn't cause me more pain. Hence, I sadly forgo my window of opportunity for a long "Irresistible" post, which is too bad, because I would have valiantly defended it, and clearly it could use the support, if the little bit of reading I've had time to do in the last couple of days is any fair indication. I'd promise to do it later, but by the time I have furniture, I'll have a long "Sateda" post (or twelve) to work on. On "Pegasus Project" I have almost nothing to say because, like most of SG1 lately, it bored me into a quiet stupor -- with the exception of Amanda Tapping's awesome startled expression at "alone in the dark" and Vala's general, across-the-board awesomeness, even when she and Daniel are doing Scenes from My Parents' Marriage ("Which it would take you ELEVEN SECONDS to try!"). Perhaps especially then.

( Other things which are short to type about Irresistible: )

update in re: OW MY MOTHERFUCKING BACK!!!

Okay, when I posted earlier today, I announced that I was experiencing some back pain.

I would now like to upgrade that to, I have thrown my back out and am in constant misery. With occasional bouts of stabbing agony to spice things up.

My father had these back problems all my life, so I'm familiar with them from the other side -- you know, the side of your parent being bedridden for days on end so that you have to ferry him sandwiches and Tylenol from other rooms. So now I not only have pain and an incredibly frustrating sense of helplessness, I have to come to terms with the fact that I'm thirty years old and have an old person's back.

Of course, so do Rodney McKay and Tim Bayliss. What I want right now is for the two of them to knock on the front door and bring me, respectively, a prescription mattress and some of those painkilling drugs. (Actually, I'd settle for any mattress. The really demoralizing part is that I doubt I'll feel any better tomorrow, after spending another night on the goddamn floor.) Also, if Ronon's any good at massages, I would not turn that down, either.

Ironically, earlier today, back when I was in mere discomfort, I read yin_again 's charming Rodney-is-a-masseur AU. I liked it because it was well-written and sexy. Now I'm just like, fuck porn -- masssage! Massages are the new porn!

Of course, the old porn is still porn. Feel free to leave some in the comments, as an act of pity. You'll get into heaven faster -- and some of you appear to need all the help you can get in that department. *g*