"I will answer your questions but only in the language of a crow"

[mooging]

My morning has not gone particularly well. It has been a tad full of trivial little deviations from nice, simple tasks that has ended in me metaphorically sticking myself to the computer chair and watching Top Gear clips until the stress went away.

I was making myself some breakfast. I had tea and Alpen (muesli). I had poured the hot water into the tea cup when my sister (who is 5) appeared down the stairs. Everything kind of spiraled from there.

SISTER: Can I have some raisins?
TEA: *gets stronger by the second*
ME: OMGZTEA.
SISTER: RAISINS
ME: *dives in the cupboard, pours out the raisins (not noticing that she is actually pouring out currents)*
TEA: AHAHAHAHAHA I WILL BE TOO STRONG TO DRINK SOON!
SISTER: *goes away*
CRISIS 1: *is averted*

A few moments later, as everything is nearly ready and I am preparing to go up the stairs and eat:

SISTER: *re-appears* Don't like these, want a yogurt.
ME: *gets a yogurt*
SISTER: *goes away again*
CURRENTS: *sit in bowl, waiting to go back in the packet*
PACKET: *has a tiny, tiny opening for a lot of currents to fit through*
CURRENTS: *go everywhere*
ME: MUST HURRY.
TEA: AHAHAHA NOW I WILL COOL DOWN RAPIDLY
ME: OMG WANT NICE TEA
MILK: *is poured quickly into Alpen*
MILK: *actually sloshes out of bowl and under the kettle*
ME: WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!
CLOTH: *refuses to clean milk*
KITCHEN: *smells like milk*
TEA: MWAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL BE SO DISGUSTING!
ALPEN: And I am going soggy!

CRISIS 2: *leaves Moog a wearied wreck*

Yes, I did over-dramatise that. Yes, I do get perturbed by minor disruptions. Stop mocking me.

Meanwhile, it is the weekend and I have Maths coursework to procrastinate over, so let's play this (stolen from rionaleonhart):

Comment to this post with an idea for a Top Five list (for example, Five Things Top Gear Dog Would Rather Not Have Seen, or Five Times Laura Roslin's Desk Broke, or Five Monday Morning Incidents With Mac's Motorbike). Then, in a separate post in reply to your comment, I will compile the requested list, according to me. Multiple requests are welcomed.

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[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Five Times Laura Roslin Cried

1) The hardest she's cried since the attack on the colonies was after Billy died. She made it out of the morgue (just, and she left quickly), away from Adama's blank stare, made it all the way back to her desk, sat down. She saw the latest memo Billy left by her phone ('Adama needs to speak to you, says it's urgent'), the precision of his writing; she locked herself in the bathroom and sobbed and sobbed for hours, one hand clutched over her mouth, one arm wrapped round her middle. When she sat straight in her chair again, she picked up the phone and started organising a new assistant.

2) Behind the curtain in Doctor Cottle's office, being told she had a month at the outside, Laura shook and shivered and wiped away the tears before coming back out moments later, pale and tired, and asked if she could keep working.

3) On Kobol, after Elosha died, Laura knelt by her body and bit her lip hard, conscious of the people behind her, conscious of Lee hovering near her shoulder. He put a hand out to her and she sobbed, once, before leaning over to pick up the book of scriptures and getting back up, letting Lee help her walk away. She wasn't really crying, wasn't really breaking, she was dying and someone had died for her.

4) Adama sat across from her, told her she couldn't go through with stealing an election, and she had to take deep breaths before she could answer him, had to breathe slowly and avoid his gaze. She wiped her running eyes and her running nose with the back of her hand and told him he was right, and she couldn't bring herself to speak to him afterwards.

5) The time Laura most regrets crying is when she was on Colonial One, before it was Colonial One, before the attacks, before she was President. Having excused herself from Billy, so young and new then, she leaned against the cold metal of the toilet door and thought I've got cancer, I've got cancer, I've got cancer, over and over again, with one hand pressed over her heart to make sure it kept beating. Having emerged, and settled back into her seat with her hands only slightly shaking, she asked what was going on and Billy told her. She felt selfish, and sick, and fragile, and the worst part was, even now when she thinks about it, the worst part was that she still couldn't quite summon up the strength to worry.

Okay, so I took canon and made it into slightly rubbish-y fic...I can never write crying!Laura, she seems so...not-cryish. Hmm.

Also, if you're liking BSG and Laura, go talk to missfoxie. She's lovely, and a complete Laura loon!

[miss-atom.livejournal.com]

that was wonderful.

I really liked this line she was dying and someone had died for her.

and especially LOVED the last time so very true and beautiful.

[missfoxie.livejournal.com]

I am being pimped.

You are my pimp.

Oddly, I like this. ;D