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I was going to be so damn productive today. My to-do list included badge/hotel purchasing for an event next year, cooking, a clothing dye bath, some Stereotype Technology writing prep, writing a packing list ...
... yeah. A migraine tanked those plans. One of the ones where the pain is relatively transient, but the inability to think with bonus wooziness, which meant I was incapable of doing anything. I went to the spa and came home early (for me, because a typical spa visit for me is 3+ hours) because I was a little more wobbly than I felt was safe for clambering in and out of warm tubs.
Which means I spent the past 5 hours indulging in episodes of Hannibal. (S2, because I had wrapped up S1 during the last part of mynever-ending rewatch.) Most people I know are self-soothing with sweet-natured comedy series rewatches, but for me, it's beautifully art-directed cannibalism with Murder Husbands.
(The amount of fanfic I've read over the past few months, damn. It is now my most read/bookmarked fandom.)
... yeah. A migraine tanked those plans. One of the ones where the pain is relatively transient, but the inability to think with bonus wooziness, which meant I was incapable of doing anything. I went to the spa and came home early (for me, because a typical spa visit for me is 3+ hours) because I was a little more wobbly than I felt was safe for clambering in and out of warm tubs.
Which means I spent the past 5 hours indulging in episodes of Hannibal. (S2, because I had wrapped up S1 during the last part of my
(The amount of fanfic I've read over the past few months, damn. It is now my most read/bookmarked fandom.)