Between one thing and the other, it has somehow become 9 pm. By the time I started typing this entry, it was almost half nine. Where do the days goooo? No, where do the hours go?!
I am rather proud, however, to have helped Cas with the afterparty cleanup (clean ALL the things! eat ALL the cheese!), done a grocery run (which was meant to acquire two specific things and "something to eat" - came home with a full backpack and two bags), and then fried me some fish.
Unhappy with the way my back betrayed me - I might be soon known as Intercostal Muscles Enigel [1], if they keep hurting me and I keep having to whine about them.
I've done a few more AO3 things too, and! I've folded my laundry!
[1] John Finnemore's Souvenir Programme reference, for the uninitiated. ;P
Also, my brain gifted me with a dream where I was female!Captain America. Incidentally hooking up with Clint Barton, but mainly being good and brave and defender of Earth. I have to say, it was great being part of a team. A dream team, even. >.>
And now it's 11 pm, urgh.
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