The snow is at that obnoxious phase where it's melted and frozen back into slippery, neck-breaking ice. And it is cold as fuck and gloomy and depressing. The weather is making me listless and I can't seem to do anything with my afternoons (even though I had a productive morning getting chores done in the city).

Yesterday I did writing and editing and posting, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to complete a major multi-chapter fic by the end of the civil year. One that's been kicking my ass, because it's a fusion with a fable and I'm wildly unqualified for this level of writing. And in first person to boot. At least I have some fallback projects that are more appropriate to my skills.

Tomorrow I will listen to an MIT math lecture and maybe do some Python.

CRACK OPEN THE CHAMPAGNE