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The wall leaned away.
Last night was memorably bad in all the wrong ways. It started by a light bulb falling off a table and necessitating I break out the vacuum cleaner, went on with me taking an unusually long time to fall asleep even by my standards, and then cumulating in an alarm getting pulled at two-thirty in the morning.
It's entirely possible that the bright side to this is the sheer exhaustion will hit me soon and it might take as little as forty-five minutes for me to fall asleep tonight. It's worth hoping for.
Also in good news: I'm maybe two nights' away from getting the full rough draft of my current WIP together. Anyone up for beta-reading about 80,000 words of Scrubs fic not for SPAG but character voices and emotional fidelity? I could send it off to you as early as Wednesday.
It's entirely possible that the bright side to this is the sheer exhaustion will hit me soon and it might take as little as forty-five minutes for me to fall asleep tonight. It's worth hoping for.
Also in good news: I'm maybe two nights' away from getting the full rough draft of my current WIP together. Anyone up for beta-reading about 80,000 words of Scrubs fic not for SPAG but character voices and emotional fidelity? I could send it off to you as early as Wednesday.