Excuse me while I hack up a lung

I knew it was too good to last. The stupid-ass cold air and famous BG wind have given me a lovely cough. No other cold symptoms, just a chest-deep raspy hacking feeling. I may not be British, but--bugger, bugger, bugger.

At least I'm getting smut. Or something. And the fic is demanding to be written. That's something.

Hee hee hee

Amusing false LOTR spoilers. Yes, I know they're outdated. But still funny.