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To do anything, actually, but I'm referring to my writing.
I have been running, flat-out, for days. Pain, fatigue, migraines; they never let up, but I'm doing it anyway.
In between I squeeze in time to make sure the post at Wings's site gets done. I do my own writing, usually late, and apparently pointlessly, but I do it.

