stunt_muppet

I think I just slept for over 15 hours. There was a 1-hour break in the middle there to go get some breakfast, but other than that, I've pretty much spent the entire day some form of unconscious.

On the one hand, that is very Not Good, as I've got work to do (two essays due Monday and Tuesday, waaaah) and Yuletide to stress out over (I still can't find my recipient's Dear Author letter, this DYA collection post is so huge waaaah). On the other hand I'm sort of impressed with myself. And I also feel *great*. Still sick, but I haven't felt this rested in ages.

Also my headphones have suddenly and mysterously died. For a moment, in my newly-wakeful delirium, I thought I was just living in a strange, soundless Twilight Zone.


And now I must decide what to work on first. I'm in that confused post-ficathon state where I kind of want to keep writing because I'm on a roll and yet I also never want to look at a blank word-processor document ever again.