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You know what you need when the "everything hurts" phase passes and instead the "oozing from my head" phase fires up?

TRUCK GOT STUCK.

Even my ears are leaking. It's incredibly disgusting and I just hope they stop by tomorrow because I have to go in to work or else the carpet cleaners will be directionless. DIRECTIONLESS. And we have a safety drill which I thought was on my birthday, which is Tuesday, but the drill is actually on Wednesday, and Thursday and Friday I'm training my replacement, after which I have to pack for Texas. And at some point in this mess of snot and carpets and emergency drills I have to start moving three years' worth of accumulated crap down to my new cubicle.

When the doctor on Friday asked me if I had "any additional stressors" in my life right now, I might have laughed.

How is my head producing so much liquid? It's genuinely baffling.

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I kept meaning to do Three Things About Suits, and then I just...forget. Maybe Suits was meant for Three Things En Masse.

Anyway, the season is over and apparently we don't get any more until next summer, and my face is leaking too much to do much else, so it's time for Nine Things About the Last Three Episodes, because 3a never counts.

( Spoilers for Suits 1.10, 1.11, and 1.12, aka 'Harvey's World of Manpain'. )

Also I would just like to say that White Collar, as much as I love it, has a fandom that does not know how to write drunken sex, which is pretty much my only serious kink (in terms of being a straight-to-the-libido, non-intellectual, non-psychological automatic switch, unlike say service kink, which is all brain and very little hormone, really). Suits, meanwhile, seems to write nothing but drunken sex. For this, my fellow fen, I thank you. Please continue, you're kind of on a roll now.