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Ah, it occurs to me I didn't post much yesterday. I ATEN'T DEAD.

I'm sore, but that's what the perpetually present bottle of naproxen in my messenger bag is for. I went to bed relatively early last night, slept like the dead, and nearly woke up late this morning. I fail at normalised sleep patterns.

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Work is INSANE today, and both GirlBoss and Coworker J are out, which means that I have this...pile of stuff on my desk, ready to fling at their heads tomorrow when they arrive. AT THEIR HEADS!

Meanwhile, everyone who poked me and said they wanted to read the letters from the last fic, I hate you all. Because now I'm compelled to write them, by my own stupid brain.