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I'm bloody exhausted.

Know why I'm bloody exhausted? Because after I watched a clip show presented by Nick Frost and Simon Pegg - who are adorable in everything they do - I wrote a little bit more of my fic. And then I got into bed and attempted to sleep, but was having to switch on the light every five minutes or so so I could grab a pencil and scrawl the insistent snippets of dialogue that kept invading my head onto nearby pieces of paper.

This is just not something I remember happening for a long time.

How is it not the best thing ever?

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Off to get X-rays on hands and back.

Can I hear a woot woot?

Clue: No.

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American people:

Zip or zipper, please? We're talking sleeping bag, if that makes a difference.

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EE!

The mental backstory I've always had for Zelenka totally fits into the story! That is so pleasing.

Seriously, writing this is actually my favourite thing ever. It all just fits without me having to twist the pieces and I just know where things should go and how they should sound and I have never written anything this long in my life and I had so completely forgotten how much I love writing.

Oh, this is so enormously my happy face.

I'm sorry I'm being so dull about this, really I am. I just... can't not write, it's like a compulsion where even when I'm not writing I'm feeling like I should, like I'm letting the side down by not forcing myself to put words together, so to have it feeling this good is just incredibly awesome.

Come on, it's got to be more enjoyable to read than hearing me whine about stuff, right?

*bounces*