Stalkers.

Yes, I am stalking you -- wait! Don't close the drapes!

So for the early part of every week I have three 12-hour days. I'm around though, reading posts, scanning hp_dungeons and the dungeon_watch. And yes, hp_femme, I did click that Breast Cancer Society button to donate free mammograms, and indeed, tboy, Chooky and you sound like a cute couple. :p

In a fit of overwork and depressive frustration last week, I dealt with it the American way: I went shopping.

Slaving over a hot credit card, I ordered a DVD player and a stack of Stargate SG-1 DVDs. (Which is good, because I nearly shot the Fox channel for canceling SG-1 Sunday for Q-It-Up Sports -- after a 12 inning game???!! MORE Sports?)

So the DVD players here. Whoopsie. I forgot to get the right connector cord.

I will watch DVDs... I will watch DVDs... I will have my Stargate fix... I will have my Stargate....

Excuse me a moment while I deal with my addiction by writing a small Stargate slash story. But, whoa, much harder universe to write, honest, and since WG's a fan he gives me a lot of shit about these stories.