Salvation by hair dryer

Two ear infections in two weeks. Which fate did I piss off, and what kind of gift basket will make things up to them so that this doesn't happen again, please, because OW OW OW OW OW! I made it to church for the first time in ages, and I had to leave after the sermon because the volume from the singing was making me just about cry, it hurt so bad. And not because they sucked either--these are Lutherans, and they've got pipes.

Over an hour in the walk in clinic later, I've got my ears flushed, I'm out of pain, and I get to go home with the instruction to blow dry my ear to avoid infection. Ah, modern medicine. Now I'm off to dinner with my in-laws (they're German/Norwegian Lutheran--dinner means lunch), and then an engagement party for a cousin, after which I am coming home and curling up in my chair and not leaving for the whole day. Because OW, damn it.

In other news, I was working on answering stuff for this meme, and I kind of accidentally turned the SPN one into an actual ficlet, or whatever you call something that's over 500 words and less than a thousand. Um. How the crap did that happen? I'll post it later today or tomorrow.

Okay--off to do family stuff. Happy Sunday everyone!

SPN Fic: Farewell my Concubine

Farewell my Concubine
by: linden_jay
Characters: Sam and Dean (gen)
Rating/Warnings: G. I don't even think there's hardly any swearing... I'm a little shocked my own self
Spoilers: Nothing past Houses of the Holy.
Disclaimer: Despite living six hours from where SPN films, I own nothing. Not mine, never will be.
Summary: What kind of sick bastard goes through an entire roll of quarters in one afternoon on 'Magic Fingers'?
Word count: ~ 782

"Sam-"

"Shut up."

"Look, if you-"

"Shut. Up."

"It's your own fault, you know."

( ''For the love of God, would you shut the hell up?'' )