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Home from work early! With pay! This is awesome, yet somehow has led to me cowering with a vague sense of nausea at all the stuff I now have time to do. Like reply to a bunch of posts, and send a bunch of emails, and organize all my new bookmarks, and go grocery shopping, and write, and maybe go to the free yoga class tonight, and get back to studying for the museum volunteer thing which I've finished my training for and will in theory start next week. And so forth. Also I currently have about a hundred tabs open so I should probably read some of them before Firefox crashes again.

Truly my life is very difficult, I know. Although I actually do feel nauseous and that is so not on, body, what the hell.

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WHY would I get a hilarious awesome teamfic idea when my brain knows PERFECTLY WELL I'm incapable of handling more than three characters in a story, preferably no more than two per scene? My hobby is pain :(

(....if anyone felt like chatting about Avengers shit, I am considering breaking my six-year chat hiatus and doing that? I just have too many THOUGHTS.)