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Today I was finally smart enough to take painkillers against my weather-induced headaches. I don't know for sure where I got my aversion to non-prescribed medicine, but sometimes it's really annoying.

I wrote over 500 words of Yuletide fic! And that's with constantly editing it because I wasn't happy. (Current step: try to make long sections of narration seem less boring by adding a few lines of dialogue.)
I have almost 1k words, and I'm not even a quarter through my outline. But it's a detailed outline, so I think I'll be okay.

(Still a tiny bit concerned that it's not my recipient's favorite fandom. Oh well.)

The downside of writing Yuletide fic, it makes me feel like I've accomplished something even when I'm brilliantly procrastinating on uni stuff.

I'm also working on progressing from "eat three meals a day" (took me long enough) to "eating something when I'm hungry." Small steps.

I'm currently procrastinating on going to sleep, I thought I was over that.