I'll turn into a vampire in case you own a neck
Wednesday, 2 September 2009 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In the Department of Extemporanea The "I Just Get These Headaches", I gave up codeine a few years back, owing to a rueful awareness that I was retreating from tension headaches into a drugged-out haze all too frequently. My life post-drugs has been surprisingly the same, and generally free of cravings; anti-inflammatories fulfil all my pain-deadening needs (except the recent rampages of Sid), while incidentally supplying a happy excuse to start the day with a chocolate doughnut occasionally. To cushion the stomach, you know.
Of course, this does mean that when I apparently spend the night sleeping in a semi-levitated state with my feet in the air and my neck at a 45o angle and subsequently can't move properly for the back and neck pain, I greet the codeine haze like an old, dear, slightly dodgy friend. You know, the kind that arrives unexpectedly to get you involuntarily plastered the night before your life-hinging interview. Or your wedding. On the upside, codeine does tend to make me beam vaguely at students, which seems to be freaking them out a little. Heh.
Since I'm generally far too happily doped to think intelligently about Torchwood, herewith the two links I inadvertently left off the last random linkery.
Of course, this does mean that when I apparently spend the night sleeping in a semi-levitated state with my feet in the air and my neck at a 45o angle and subsequently can't move properly for the back and neck pain, I greet the codeine haze like an old, dear, slightly dodgy friend. You know, the kind that arrives unexpectedly to get you involuntarily plastered the night before your life-hinging interview. Or your wedding. On the upside, codeine does tend to make me beam vaguely at students, which seems to be freaking them out a little. Heh.
Since I'm generally far too happily doped to think intelligently about Torchwood, herewith the two links I inadvertently left off the last random linkery.
- Courtesy of
pumeza, who mentioned them at book club, feral houses. Weirdly beautiful. Also pleasingly reminiscent of The Family Tree, which is possibly my favourite Sheri Tepper ever.
- Twilight sex toys. (NS at all FW). You can chill the damned thing to get that authentic vampire sex experience of cold, dead flesh. Also, it sparkles in sunlight. Words fail me.