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There are LIGHTNING BUGS outside my window!

Their creepiness when not lit is mitigated by their cool name and fluorescent backsides.

There are also, however, many fireworks. And while I like the smell of incendiary devices in the evening -- I used to build model rockets as a child and the scent of explosives is comfortingly nostalgia-inducing -- I also like naps when I am cranky and sick.

Fireworks are not designed to encourage napping, as evidenced by their sparkly and loud nature. Thank goodness for Tylenol PM.

We who are about to nap salute you.

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It is official, I am ill. I'm not sure if it's the peking duck from last night or just my body's wretched sense of timing.

Way to go, body. So much hate.

Ergo I am going to stay home and watch the fireworks on TV, and pine for popcorn which I can't have cos the corner store is closed, woe.

On the plus side, this gives me time to work on the thesis begin ramping down Sweet Home and ramping up All This Time as its replacement. Though I'm not sure it's wise of me to work on two AUs at once. Feckit, All This Time is fun.

Commentary post-hack: All This Time is one of the few fanfics that I posted but never completed.