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I really really didn't mean to do that
I defaulted on my Yuletide story. Worse, I did so past the no-fault default deadline. For some reason I had it fixed in my head that the deadline was December 22, and I was going to get it done by December 21. I was away on vacation with essentially no Internet for the least week and a half, and missed all the warnings.
I believe that the next step is to finish the story (bears and all) and upload it as a New Year's Resolution, which will redeem me for next year.
But DAMN. I love Yuletide, and I hate this kind of screw-up. This is much worse than the year that I missed signing up in time.
Also, I came back from vacation with a cold. I've been taking my temperature every couple of hours, and it's now up to 100.4, having risen gradually from 99.0. I should take some aspirin instead of charting my fever, but it's a weird sort of obsession that tends to happen to me when I have fever brain.
I believe that the next step is to finish the story (bears and all) and upload it as a New Year's Resolution, which will redeem me for next year.
But DAMN. I love Yuletide, and I hate this kind of screw-up. This is much worse than the year that I missed signing up in time.
Also, I came back from vacation with a cold. I've been taking my temperature every couple of hours, and it's now up to 100.4, having risen gradually from 99.0. I should take some aspirin instead of charting my fever, but it's a weird sort of obsession that tends to happen to me when I have fever brain.