I ran five miles yesterday.

And three more today.

And I’m sitting here rereading my own fic to try to pick up where I left off, only (as engaged as I am) I’m zoning and nearly dozing off. And then I think – Sarey, you ran eight miles in the last 36 hours. Really, it’s no wonder you’re sleepy.

I think I’m going to forego all of the fun and interesting stuff I’d planned for this evening, and take a shower and sleep instead. Yes, yes, I shall put myself to sleep, reading my own fic. (Is that a bad sign? Do I really care, come to think of it?)

Love to all of you, old friends and new. Meaningful communication will occur sometime very, very soon. (Also, fic. Fic will occur sometime very, very soon as well.)

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