who only by moving can balance

O dear, eheu, oi moi, etc. A wailing and a gnashing of teeth!¹

I am awake. It is three in the morning. This is sub-optimal. It is especially sub-optimal because my sleep cycle has been kind of shot recently², and tonight I actually got to bed by about 10.30.

Why, then, am I not asleep?

Because I have been coughing so hard that my eyes are getting bloodshot, my sternum hurts when I breathe, and surgery scars are acting up. It is not fun okay.

Therefore I shall offer you evidence of my doings in times recent. The journal of the thrice-esteemed noldo contains one conversation and one perplexed clementine. Below the cut you will find an (unbeta'd, concrit welcome) A:tLA fic. And, do you know, between that and coughing and watching this Dr Who fanvid on loop, that's about all I've been up to.

¹ Teeth? Will be provided.
² Winning combination of grief and stress and depression. See also: reasons I have not been terribly social.

( A fic! )