Finishing Torchwood S2 was certainly bad for my overall productivity. I mean, now there's so much more fanfic I can read. And do you have any idea how much fanfic there is in that fandom, including well-written and thought-out stuff, with interesting plots and delicious smut, and how much of it's is bloody epic in length? I could spend the rest of the year doing nothing but reading fics. I'm trying not to.
Well, I am still succeeding at reading Things That Are Actual Books, still, and one of the books I'm currently reading is Chris Hadfield's An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth. In the case you don't know, he's a Canadian astronaut who has, oh, been Commander of the International Space Station and recorded a version of David Bowie's Space Oddity in space, and so forth, and the book is his memoirs of how to become an astronaut and how to be one and what we all can learn from it and how awesome space is and stuff. I'm having a grand time reading it.
I possibly had other things to write, but I can't recall them. Well, let me record that I had a good writing day today.