I will now sleep for 72 hours with no fear of retribution.
At some point I will work on flash fic and fold some origami stars and play some games and buckle down on my critique list and knock some things off my reading list and maybe I'll even post something substantial on here in the coming days. I might even do some laundry or clean my room again.
I also need to go to the library. Hrm. And do some group work. Double hrm.
At least I got the oil in my car changed. May as well start off productive before spiraling into a twister of lazy slovenliness.
Oh, and happy Fake Irish day to all you heavy drinkers.
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