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Before he knew it, it was four in the morning. Not for any good reason, either. The minutes just slipped by in ones and twos, never enough to notice. They hadn't been notable minutes, they'd just happened. It used to be, if he was up this late, he was working on something important or exciting things were going on all the time. Now, it was just inertia. He could have gone to bed dozens of times, but never made the effort.

Man. He'd wasted another evening just watching heroes get offed by traps. No progress on the Grand Scheme either.

Weather- Inspired Drabble

Man. You'd expect weather like this downwind of wizards, not everywhere. On the other hand, it's pretty nifty. Yesterday it was blindingly cold, and snow was falling in giant flakes. Like six inches worth. Today, it's warm enough to run around in short sleeves, but the snow hasn't melted yet. Which is totally awesome, because that way there's snow, but we don't have to freeze our butts off. Don't tell Erin, but I think it's a perfect time for an epic snowball fight across the city. I just have to sneak up on her before she sneaks up on me.