I just stayed up way too late watching Shelter. Which was probably a bad idea after how I've felt today because now I can't sleep at all.
Then I went to create a spreadsheet for, well, something. I can't even remember now because this is the first sentence of a fic I was going to write: Mark didn't go in much for hope. I don't even know what it was supposed to be about, but it obviously wasn't going to be a happy sort of thing. yay.
And now I'm just stuck with tons of those stupid feelings and can't even fathom sleep.
I meant to mention it here and forgot, but night before last, I had a dream about Agent Coulson. He was an undercover orderly at a prison hospital or something, and he had to break one of the team out because they were being experimented on. It was a kickass dream, but I didn't get much sleep after that.
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