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Oh my god, why is it morning again. Didn't we just have one of these?

Ordinarily I am a morning person, but yesterday around four my head started to ache and proceeded to ache until, oh, NOW. I've taken some Sudafed, which usually either fixes things or makes me loopy enough that I don't care I'm in pain, but it's taking its sweet time kicking in.

Also I am thwarted by doors. At least three of them have caused major upheaval in my life today. None of them, fortunately, by slamming on me. (Yet.) Really, I suppose it's not doors as much as it is locks.

On the plus side, I got a notification that someone had bought me a month of paid time on Dreamwidth, and as you're anon I thank you here :) Always nice to be told my work is appreciated, and a much-needed pat on the back this morning.

Also, I have fun things to share! Texts From Last Night: White Collar Edition pairs WC screencaps with embarrassing texts, and The Theory Of Narrative Causality is Sherlock fandom's take on the "characters are members of fandom" concept. Both well worth a peruse. :)

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And then my stepfather had a heart attack.

For real, Thursday? For real?

He's in the hospital and apparently reasonably stable. My mother is the very definition of unstable, but I reassured her and managed to get Emmy on the phone and tell her not to panic and to make Mum eat something eventually. They'll call again when they know more, which...is good, I guess, because I want to know how Lucky is doing, but it's very hard to manage two office phones and all the locked door issues we're having this morning while simultaneously talking my mother down from the high-flying crazies.

Mind you, if my spouse of five years had a heart attack I would probably have the crazies too, so I can't really blame her.

Jesus, what is with this day.

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Well, I got an update from my mother on Lucky. Apparently it was a small heart attack -- which sounds to me like being slightly-pregnant, but I'm not a cardiologist -- and he's doing well.

He wants to check himself out of the hospital and go home, because he's an idiot Emmy has an awards ceremony tomorrow that he wants to go to. (Calling him "lucid" might have been overstating the case.) While lauding his parenting urges, Mum and Emmy have both gently informed him that she would rather he spend the day in bed and miss her awards ceremony than drop dead in the middle of it.

He has a good doctor and the nurse is being really nice to Mum, so that's good. And while I probably will not be very reply-ish, I do appreciate everyone's thoughts and comments :) Thank you all.