Attack of the flying insomnias

It is hot tonight and humid and fifteen minutes ago I woke in a mini panic attack, thinking,

---what if I got Nikki's watcher's name wrong?
---wouldn't Lydia be suffering from burns too?
---would someone Olivia's age go to Ibiza?
---why didn't I research Victorian underwear?
---why am I bothering to publish crappy drabbles (except I like the one about Robin)?
---why have I been working on the same fic for more than a year without publishing any of it?

I will feel better in the morning, I know.

I had a good evening. Friends called to say that they were visiting from London and could we join them for dinner? We went to a restaurant around the corner and were plied with nice wine until we were giddy.

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Sorry for last night's wibble. Not sure what came over me. I think that if I write more drabbles (unlikely) then I'll post them here and if I actually like them I'll put them up at my site but keep them separate from the main fiction.