Getting old is no fun

I've overstrained my left leg a week ago, while baking with the kids. Now it aches in certain angles (fortunately not in all) where the tigh bone joins the hipbone. Strangely enough, bucking and sitting cross-legged are the most painful positures, which is a bother, as I do sit cross-legged a lot. Well, usually. *sighs*

It promises to be a long process. *sighs some more*

And since pain always makes me grumpy, I'm considerin another re-vamping of my flist. Having my friends page covered with huge entries and large pictures that make the page an eternity to load are no fun, either.

When did I start turning into this unpleasant old hag who always has something to complain about? *sighs a third time*

Thanks, Dís!

The lovely disthrainsdotte sent me Swedish chocolate. *hugs Dís. Mum sends her thanks, she enjoyed the first taste very much and intends to enjoy the rest as well.

I'll have to finally get my lazy rear in gear and think about Christmas prezzies, too. School was being so stressful this year, I barely went anywhere else than to work and back, so what Christmas presents I'll be sending out at all, won't likely arrive before New Year's Eve... and I'm looking at things optimistically, mind you. I wish I could send out batches of cookies, as they would at least be hand-made and with love, but customs being what they are, I won't take that risk. *sighs*

Another gruelling week to face, and then there will finally be Christmas break. *prays fervently* I haven't been this ridiculously tired, both physically and mentally, for a long time. And considering how tired I usually am at this time of the year, that's saying a lot.

At least writer's block seems to be broken for the time being. In the last two days, I was able to work a tiny bit on "Smiths & Joneses", my Torchwood story featuring the Doctor's daughter.