PLANS

1) Shower

2) Study

3) Mark papers

4) Repeat until too tired to keep eyes open. Not the shower part. Much as I like showers.

5) Wash dishes, at some stage.

6) Rely on you people to kick me off chat or LJ if you see me. Yes? Yes. Good. Encouraging emails would not go amiss, however.

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It was very difficult not to hate Q this morning. I crawled out of bed looking like Wee Willie Winkie, yes, I know that sounds staggeringly sexual, I don't care, it's the nightcap image that...ANYWAY, she was all BYEEEE AM OFF TO HAVE BREAKFAST AT CAFE IN THE CITY AND THEN PERHAPS SHOP OR OTHERWISE BE LADY OF LEISURE and I would have kicked her except I don't really have motor coordination in the mornings so I sort of waved a sullen hand and went to make tea.

The end.

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Q has redeemed herself by telling me not to do the washing up because I still have exams. Aw.

I am ploughing like a mad thing through my six pages of revision questions (and by six pages I mean six pages, with over 50 questions per page) and am ignoring the fact that I forget everything ten minutes after I've written it down. RUBROSPINAL TRACT. DYNAMIC GAMMA NEURONS. THE MONOSYNAPTIC STRETCH REFLEX. ETC.

However, my neck-shoulders-upper back area has turned into one solid knot (where's _leareth when you need her?) and I am teetering on the brink of academia-induced madness, so I think I'm going to go for a walk and clear the cobwebs out of my head.

(Speaking of: Charlotte's Web trailer, which manages to neatly ignore, you know, the entire plot, in favour of flatulence jokes. Dakota Fanning looks like a tolerable Fern, but I am going to be hearing Charlotte's voice and just thinking 'Julia Roberts! Julia Roberts! Julia Roberts!')

for Ashie

Gaius can't remember the last time he had a civil conversation with Lee Adama. The young man is polite enough, though frosty in a way that says I haven't forgotten. Gaius waves his hands and translates lies into militaryspeak as fast as he can.

Six is laughing, trailing her fingertips across Lee's chest. "He's angry most of the time, this one. Furious. And uncertain. And he just pushes it down, and down, and down." She gives a sudden pleased smile. "One day he'll snap. He'll supernova. Explode and destroy something - maybe a ship, maybe something worse - and then turn cold."

(Tick. Tick. Helplessly, the scientist part of him is counting down.)

He sits with Sharon and hands her blueprints and sneaks glances at her stomach.

Six leans down and kisses Sharon's temple. "She's going to be the end of everything," she says, and her face is ambiguous; bright and hollow, sunrise over rubbled streets.

(He thinks: another timebomb.)

He chats to Petty Officer Dualla, who blushes a little when he says the name Apollo.

"She's a manipulator," Six says. "She knows exactly how pretty she is, and exactly how to play people."

Gaius feels sick. "Please stop," he says.

"Come on, Gaius." Every time she smiles she looks so achingly, terribly human. "You've never tried to see the good in people. You're a cynic. A realist. I've always loved that about you."

(Tick.)

Three hours later he's in a conference about research priorities, smiling harmlessly while Adama and Roslin throw their rehearsed disdain and their patronising words in his face.

Six waits until he's halfway out of the hatch to slip her arm around his neck. "She's only sleeping with him to ensure her own security, you know."

He chokes; he trips.

She catches him.

He starts to say something - anything - but her lips are firm and hungry, swallowing the sound, drinking it all down.