No end in sight.

At a friend's request, I spent the afternoon and evening writing about 3700 words of Buffy/Vorkosigan crossover thoughts because I'm constitutionally incapable of overthinking things, and I still haven't even gotten to the bits about Beta Colony or certain metaphorical aspects of this very specific type of monster. I'd like to keep writing, but the Diet Coke with lime is finally wearing off.

Thank goodness I've got more baking to do and took some notes ahead of time, or else I'd feel guilty leaving my actual fic to lie waiting for a few more days.