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Today I was going to go to work for a half-day, to check my cells and see if the autoclave had been repaired (doubtful). I haven't done the last few days of that 30-day meme yet, either. I also need to write out the other half of the holiday cards that weren't begun until after Christmas.

Instead? I have:

1. made and consumed an entire pot of coffee

2. caught up on the

cm_exchange fic and a bunch of Kirk/McCoy fics that were written/posted for the holidays

3. laughed at our ridiculous cats, who actually FARTED while sitting on my lap

4. written more AU not!fic (I blame this all on

why_me_why_not and

harriet_vane)

5. dug through the mini's hard-drive to see if I ever actually typed up a Brendon/Frank ficlet set in the Epic Love Story verse (I hadn't)

6. downloaded BRMC's holiday gift songs (:D)

Now I'm going to go exercise, and then stop by work before we meet some friends for sushi and The Gourds at the Continental Club. Unwashed and well-read, y'all.

None of this precludes more pondering of ranch!AU fic or domestic fic. Which pretty much always ends in porn in my head, because that's just the way my brain is. (*points at last.fm's song choice* See, even my music thinks riding lessons in the ranch!AU should be considered, and then, you know, pornified.)