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22 words written on my yulefic.
46 hours until I have any reason to leave the apartment.

Panic? There is no panic. Just pop tarts and jammies. We'll save panic for tomorrow.

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Yuletide story is approximately half done. Possibly because everyone I normally chat with has left town.

Time for a shower!

eeeeeeeeeeee! prezzies!

Wandering around my kitchen with the munchies when I thought, I know, I'll check the mail! And lo and behold, there right inside my mailbox (as opposed to being held at the post office) was a box of goodies from darling wonderful qe2, including not only a lovely copy of the very book I wanted but nuts and chocolates! For my munchies! For the Q she is psychic, and the Dira, she has been reading too much of the Manolo during the writing breaks.

Yuletide. Yes. Definitely. All downhill now.

booyah.

First draft of yuletide story is done. Betas are all still out of town, so I guess this is the part where I get off the couch, eat something other than peanut brittle for dinner, and finish reading Good Night, Mr. Tom.