Not. A. Good. Night.
I haven't taken Tramadol in quite a while as I usually consider it the Big Guns and haven't felt the need for it. Now I'm wondering if my pills have expired. Didn't think to examine the bottle last night, but I'll be checking the date after I get home today.
Completed the rewrite of "Rampion," (tentatively) retitled "Rose Window, Black Door, White Tower." Doing one more editing pass before foisting it upon fosteronfilm to first-reader.
It's currently a whooping 15.2K words, which strikes me as being overlong, but I thought the same thing while doing the rewrite—with an eye towards doing some trimming and all—and instead managed to increase the word count. Hrmph.