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I haven't watched new SG:A since... since #11, and I still haven't watched eight or nine. I'm in denial of the approaching end, perhaps.

In odder news, I cannot write SG:A to save my life, at present, but somehow Good Omens is like falling gently off a bike into a particularly accommodating hedge.

*chuffed*

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...yes, the postman did just catch me hoovering my feet.




In other news: I ran out of prozac a couple days ago. I have more now, but I'm really reluctant to take it. See, when I'm on it, I don't get quite as low as I did, and generally I'm okay, but I can't write. And even getting out of bed and going to work is an achievement. Whereas today I've made decent progress on a fic, I've done a mountain of washing up, cleaned the counters, hoovered the kitchen, washed my bedclothes and towels and made some muffins. Think I'm going to leave it until tomorrow, at least; that way I can tidy my room and finish my fic before the cloudiness is back.

Possibly I ought to speak to the doctor again. :/

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It is 3:50.

So far today I have: Done two loads of washing and three loads of washing up, hoovered three rooms (of which we have four), made a cake (the muffins kinda pancaked. It's all good!), cleaned the counters in the kitchen, cleaned the coffee table, sorted out my clothes, accessories and notebooks, tidied and cleaned my room, cleaned tea stains off the wall, taken a shower and made a start on the fic I need to get done this weekend, and I'm just about to get started on Christmas cards. Possibly I'll have some lunch, first.

I really don't want to go back on prozac, I've decided.