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I think I may attribute the flat, lamentable blehness of chapter 7 to a general weariness of body and mind. The Giffen story, the new job (which has turned out to be an actual *job* with all the good and bad that entails)...
I'm just so fricking tired. This too shall pass, if I ever get past the Giffen story and have the occasional evening off again. Maybe I'll be able to write, or have a moment of actual inspiration.

Good God, what *is* that on the TV? Third Watch? Never seen it before. It's abysmal. I didn't think such banal, shrill, repetitive dialgue was allowed outside General Hospital.

Okay, I am clearly ahedonic again. Ususally bad shows at least amuse me, when they're this bad. If I'm ahedonic it would certainly explain why chapter 7 is such lame crap, and why nothing I've attempted has sufficed to mend its lame crappiness.

What do I want, since I can't get sufficient sleep or free time for a while? Or write my way out of a damp paper bag? I want some Spike. I want Spike HC, I think. I'd *really* like to read more of El Dorado, or whatever they plan to call the continuation. Fine fic, that...

I wish I could find a nice, Spikey fic with nobility, sarcasm, wounds. Convalescence. Yeah. Spike sleeping.

Sleep. Sleep.