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My mother and I went to a fancy Vietnamese lunch today, and despite or because of my continued illness and sleep deprivation and unfounded anxiety over school, plotted out in detail an entire mystery novel--characters, plot, clues, narrative voice, etc. It involves an adorably bumbling detective addicted to detective fiction, cinnamon, a big cat, Italians, and mothers.

I'm really excited, and almost determined to cloister myself for three days in the library and just write it.

Once I can breathe normally.