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I had my second cup of coffee in two weeks today. It was work coffee and kind of the dregs of the pot (but that is the only way to get anything that is strong enough to even call itself coffee around here - seriously, this office is full of a bunch of coffee wimps) and it was wonderful. It was the best thing ever. Two sips and then the heavens opened and angels sang and I could have cried and had 8 more cups but I didn't. This is me kinda still avoiding the coffee but also experimenting with moderation. Avoid in moderation. This could work.

I'm also avoiding the Ibuprofen but without moderation. I am avoiding it by running whenever I see it. The duck and hide avoid that I haven't had to employ since I lived on campus and had a meal card and a stalker that everyone thought was really hilarious until he turned his creepy-ass intentions toward one of the little teeny twins on my dorm floor. Oh, then he was dangerous. But when it was just "Lookit that nutzo follow Liz to class! Quick get the camera!" it was allll fun and games.

Sigh. My life is hard. Ibuprofen is a creepy dude that keeps proposing to me and talking about the children I will bear him. Also? Apparently, I have stocked Ibuprofen in every single nook and cranny in my home and this desk. There is a bottle in my car and a bottle in my bedroom dresser and a bottle in my kitchen and one on my purse and two in my desk that I have found so far. No freaking wonder I gave myself an ulcer. Also? Before I began my avoiding without moderation of the Advil, I was actually experimenting with moderation or at least that is what I told myself. Obviously, I had no real idea of how much I was relying on it for just about everything, but two weeks and one period later and I am neither dead from cramps and my hands have not seized up once and refused to type. I'm also not knitting but you know, I'll just vid instead.

So, other than a really nasty anxiety attack that happened this morning - I'm doing much better. I'm paranoid like a mo-fo, but I just will be until some things happen here that have to happen. Hopefully that will be soon.

But there was an adrenaline dump and that has kinda rendered me useless for a bit. So I've been thinking about Rodney cause that is what I do: I get freaked out and nervous and then to relax I fixate on whatever pretend character is fascinating me lately. I'd do it with real people but there is absolutely nothing at all relaxing about real people. But fake people? Hell yeah - bring it on.

Of late I'd just type these thoughts up and email them to

renenet who will also help in the fixation and then there will be research (there is ALWAYS research. This is something else that is amazingly soothing) but since I haven't been posting much at all other than huge whining posts about how terrible I have it and wah wah wah, I guess I'll eat some worms, I thought I'd just stick it here.

So Rodney is really hot natured. I don't just mean he is hot - I mean he runs hot. He is probably one of those guys who wear short sleeves all year round because he doesn't really think about clothes and weather appropriateness. I find this exotic and strange as I catch a chill watching certain episodes of due South in July and need to go get a sweater.

Oh God - Rodney in a sweater! He'd be freaking miserable and it would probably itch and he possibly wouldn't even really pay attention to it itching if he was distracted enough, he'd just pull on the neckline until it was completely misshapen and sweat and flush a bit up and down his neck and collarbone area. Of course, if he wasn't distracted then he would do nothing but complain about the sweater and possibly invent a fake wool allergy. He is such a bad Canadian.

Oh! His allergies - I do not believe for one moment he is actually allergic to citrus. I believe that he believes he is allergic but I don't think a spritz of lemon would kill him. Twenty years ago his mouth broke out after eating an orange and thus a legend was born. Trust me - I know alllll about fake allergies. I had an allergy to tobacco that got me out of actually having to work on the farm until I was almost out of high school. That's right: ALLEGIC TO TOBACCO!! And I kind of had myself, along with my parents, convinced right up and until I started smoking. God, I miss smoking. My parents still do not know I smoked. Even if they are reading this LJ entry right now, they are not allowed to know that I smoked. Cause I so never did Mom. I am just saying so here to look cool in front of my friends.

Rodney has never once suffered from insomnia because he will not go to bed until he falls over. We have sooo much canonical support for this - my god I love consistent characterization (so much so I will freaking INVENT it if I have to) -- and while Rodney has never once had insomnia he has the worst sleep hygiene of anyone on Atlantis and that is really saying something. He has worse sleep hygiene than 3rd year medical residents. Rodney doesn't have insomnia because insomnia freaks him the FUCK out. Laying in bed and listening to your thoughts race and waiting for you brain to slow down enough so that you can try to just check out for awhile? That is absolutely terrifying. No, it is much better to just go, go, go until you literally fall over and sleep. So, he can sleep in just about any location if he needs to (med students kinda get like this as well) and sleep comfort is really not needed. I think the full extend of his nighttime ritual is getting his shoes off. If the pants go - then that is one stellar night of sleep right there! If he achieves No Shoes, No Pants and Bed? Holy Freaking Trinity.

Me? I get pissed off if I fall asleep in my bra. I want those eight hours BACK, man. They were practically wasted. Rodney? Doesn't even notice it.

Also? If you pile too many blankets on the poor dude, he will smother. Just saying.

I am also thinking about how Rodney has that disconnect going with his body. Yeah he is hypervigillant of certain specifics - he is a good hypochondriac in that respect, but he is also really able to tune so much out - like, you totally know his neck hurts. And he carries a lot of tension in his middle back (trust me - I've read the fic. There is tension there) and the Fall Down and Sleep method is not helping any of that. OH! And he is slightly hypertensive (no surprise there!) but I can't think of him ever mentioning it even though that is probably his single biggest health risk going...well that and being McKay in the Pegasus Galaxy. I'd say they should probably pretend all the sciencey stuff was coming from someone else to outsiders, just as a protective measure, but lack of credit would probably kill him faster than the heart attack, so never mind.

And there is more but I have to get back to work - feel free to elaborate or correct or disagree or just send me pictures of the rodneyface! I'm just thinking out loud...