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Hmmm... I think I just wrote a fic. Whoa. It's been... Months, I guess. And it's sort of... rated G. Not really slash... Wrote it on one sitting...

There must be something seriously wrong with me!

*shocked*

I think I'll harass my trusted betas tomorrow with it. Whoa. This is exciting. A fic! Whoa.

But hey, at least now I know I can still do it. So it's a good thing.

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Managed to sleep for four hours (my fault! spent the night writing) and then had a weird Hamlet dream. It was kind of about David Tennant, but he was sometimes Mr. Nose, so I have no idea who eventually played the whiny Prince of Denmark. The production went from excellent to terrible, and I seem to remember there were boobies somewhere.

I woke up around the time Hamlet was asking Ophelia out over burgers. Maybe it's better that way.

This is quite likely some kind of a sign! Or a stress reaction from all the work. Weird. I'm not even going to see the RSC production for another 3 months.

Subconscious! Leave me alone!