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This is pretty much the story of my life. One day, I'll get the shopping done and a proper dinner made, followed by tidying up and writing. And then two days later when I'm overwhelmed by my own meager accomplishments, I'll be eating a stale tortilla wrapped around a hotdog and clicking through dozens of peopleofwalmart.com postings. It is a sad, sad thing.
I've got less them a month until my Winterfest fic is due, and so far I have... one sentence. This isn't good. How's everyone else doing? Are the plot bunnies biting?
Translation: Please tell me you are also way behind and procrastinating like there's no tomorrow, so I can feel better about myself.