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Okay, it's too hot to think, and apparently, also too hot to write. I've got good ideas on three separate stories, in two of them I know pretty much exactly what I want to happen, and I'm getting less than a hundred words written at a shot before my brain just shuts down.

Head, meet desk. Especially since one of them is for a ficathon and I have to have it finished and beta-ed by the eighteenth.

So weather, you can change any time you want to. Please? Hopefully before the baby comes over again and demands to be held for long stretches of time. Because we were starting to stick to each other today.

On the good side, tomorrow I get to escape to the blessings of air-conditioning. And I get to meet lady_tigerfish's friend in person! *squees*