Today I am in a rare good mood today. Did a lot of *cough* playing around at work on non-work things, and felt precisely zero guilt on it because I worked through a fair portion of the weekend and worked a solid twelve hours yesterday. I think I've also been pushed to a sort of zen state where I realze it's not getting done no matter how hard I work at it and (temporarily no doubt!) am at peace with that, or at least not caring.
It's almost verging on manic, actually. I'm sure it won't last, and I'm not sure it's mentally healthy even if it does. But it is very different, and that alone is a weight off.
Holmestice fic submitted Wonder Woman tickets acquired ... I am forcibly removed from the clinic and onto the train.