sleep. it does a body good.

Calling in sick to work today: probably the best decision I've made in a WHILE. I'm only sort of sick -- felt worse yesterday -- but most of it is just stress and exhaustion piling up, and sleeping for twelve hours last night helps a LOT. Plus, now I can spend the rest of my day trying to finish my Yuletide fic. I did make some progress last night, which is good, and I'm solidly over the minimum wordcount, which is VERY good. It's just, y'know, not actually a complete fic yet. I'll get there.

Finding a ridiculously last-minute beta will be...interesting.

west wing binge!

I'm into "Requiem" now. Fitting, given the anniversary -- there was a "quote Leo McGarry" meme bopping around my f-list a couple of days ago. Nnngh. I'm torn between being incredibly sad about John Spencer and absurdly gleeful that my two OTPs are finally finally FINALLY giving me payoff. (That would be CJ/Danny and Josh/Donna, for those of you playing along at home; if only they'd give me a dash of Charlie/Zoey, my night would be MADE.)

Oh god, oh god, I have almost finished this show.

You know what I haven't finished, though? Yuletide. Um. SHIT.