What a fucking dull weekend. Apart from looking at Dom getting his nails done (and therefore adding more depth to my kinky bondage ideas when detailing his wrists) and writing slash drabbles for amusement with Kate, I really didn't get anything done. Also felt kinda sick on Saturday, most likely due to the obscene temperatures of the a/c at the office. However, soup, chocolate and a marathon of Alias on TV made me feel way better.

Ah yes, Alias. Why I never saw this from the beginning, I don't know. Probably because it started when XF was finishing and I was kinda hung up on Mulder and Scully. But DAMN! Is this show great or what? Well, I've only seen 16 episodes of the first season, but what I've seen it's promising. Reminds me a bit of La Femme Nikita in terms of intrigue, action and unresolved sexual tension.

So, two weeks of Alias and I already have fic plot bunnies hopping in my head. Unbelievable. I also found Alias!crack, which is the beginning of my downfall, I can tell. As if I need more stuff to obsse... er, focus on. But can you blame me? Look at the Syd/Vaughn, look at the pretty Will Tipitt! Sigh. I feel like looking for fic, but I'd rather have recs, because I do not have the patience to go through all the badfic before I can find the good stuff. Anyone has any recs? Thank you.

Also on Saturday I found out I have a really bad case of acrophobia. My mother asked me to help her put up the curtains on the apartment's balcony, and since we needed to hook up a wood bar on the ceiling, we needed to get on top of a) a ladder or b) this bar stool ro reach that high up, right? Well, we live on a 14th floor (15th, if you count the mezzanine), and as soon as I put my knee on the barstool I felt sick. I was shaking and all, so I told her, sorry, can't. She was all, there's no way you can be such a pussy. Go on, help me, I can't do this alone please, I'll look for the ladder. So there I went on the ladder, trying to get a hold of myself while hooking up the curtain bar on the ceiling. It was nerve-wracking, but ta-da! Done. But then we found out the curtain had unhooked on a corner, so my mom got up on the barstool and did that. I was holding her by one ankle, I was so nervous. I was all clammy and shaking and crying uncontrollably, screaming to her to fucking hurry up. Then, she impulses herself to the right with her legs, and I swear I can see her falling of the window. There, I snapped. "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M DYING HERE? I HAVE NO MONEY FOR YOUR FUNERAL SO YOU BETTER STOP DOING THAT AND COME THE FUCK DOWN!" That got her attention. :-/
It was so horrible. I though I was going to have a heart attack -- I've never EVER felt that before. I was so mad at my mom for not realizing how distresed I was, because all she could see was me being a wuss. Bitch.

Took me a while to get myself together after that, let me tell you. I'd never been so frightened in my whole life. And I've never been afraid of heights before. I mean, I enjoy roller-coasters, I look forward to bungee-jumping sometime, and I enjoy the balcony of my house, but there's something about having your feet so close to the edge of that window that makes me sick. Perhaps I had so many nightmares of people falling off that balcony when I was a child that the danger of that window is emblazoned on my brain. In all cases, I hatedhatedhated not having control over myself. Quite annoying.

But, going back to the matters of the shallow, I can't wait to see Troy -- I saw the new trailer yesterday and I almost creamed my pants. I don't necessarily lust after Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom (though I'm DYING to see Sean Bean there), but the whole epic appeal of the movie makes me squeal. There was also a scene on the trailer where it looked like the guys from SFX used Massive. Awesome.

Before I end up this long post, I have to ask what's this thing about Tom Ford retiring from fashion to become a movie director? Good Lord. O.o

Last, but not least, WHEE! Hurry up, precious!

Okay, work.