Signs I was really far too tired last night: I put the ice cream away in the fridge.
However: I'm writing. And that counts for a lot. I keep coming up with new scenes that I think are the linchpin of this story, pretending that if I just get the right sequence everything will fall into place -- but they only lead to new questions and frustrations. There is no magic draught to make writing painless and simple. There's only the eager industry of having a tale that must be told.
I'm not expanding it beyond a six-parter, though. Enough is enough.
I was also tired enough to find
this little experiment hysterically funny and worthy of preserving for posterity. Go figure. XD