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Today I have: Plotted out and written some fiction. Cut out a shirt and a dress. Finished another shirt but for the hemming.

And caught a hideous sinus cold.

MEH. (At least I was productive, despite the cold.) Going to lie back down now. With luck, if I stay down and dose myself repeatedly with Q, I will be better tomorrow.

ETA: On the other hand, doped to the gills may be exactly the kind of mood/attitude in which to write a fic from River's point of view. WHEE!