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SPARE BEDROOM - INT - LAST NIGHT

Fahye: Mumble mumble midnight. Better sleep. OPG at 9am tomorrow. Have to get up at 7.
Brain: NO!
Fahye: Look, I know it's hot -
Brain: SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!
Fahye: YES. I'M A WEAK PERSON SOMETIMES. NOW LET ME SLEEP.
Brain: NO!

*sighs*

At least it kept me awake with something vaguely productive, as evidenced by the fact that I bused in early for my OPG, went to buy coffee while I waited, sat down at the table and somehow jotted out four pages of notes on four separate fics within the space of half an hour. So...expect fic! Soon! BSG (who's surprised?) but also House. Because I've never written Housefic before and my brain obviously decided to rectify this.

OPG is done, films sent to dentist. Inventory for new apartment has been checked, signed and returned to agent. Leg waxing has been booked. Insurance company is about to be rung.

And then I'm going to sit here and type furiously until people arrive and let me shove Battlestar down their throats :D

My holidays are looking up.

ETA: Never let it be said that when I promise fic, I fail to deliver.

Except when I do.

Shh.