Post-stream energy keeps giving!

It was my plan to go back to sleep once the boyfriend left for his board game night; but somehow, still buoyed on yesterday's stream sense of energy and normality, I ended up editing the first episode of Dracula (the 2020 Netflix one) so I can share it with ET. The show is excellent but rather gory, and I'm not sure the story interests ET at all - he's less into Gothic Victorian horror than me - so I edited out all the gore and abbreviated the story into something that would upset Stoker; it's the video equivalent of this:

Jonathan Harker: So the castle was creepy, I got sicker every day, the count looked younger and had better English every night, I forgot Mina's face, found some zombies and a dead baby, and escaped.

Sister Agatha: Rocks.

It happened that I even cropped out most of Dracula himself, which is a shame because it's a wonderful rendition of the character; He's the scariest Dracula I've seen, as exquisite as only Steven Moffat can write, but he's not the thing I want to share with ET. It's Sister Agatha; a nun, possibly my favourite 'strong female character' ever. There's the classics like Buffy, and all of T. Kingfisher's ladies, and most of Whedon's really, but Agatha's the relentless pursuit of science and zero nonsense makes her the kind of woman I wish I could be. 

The stream's blessing - I might have to coin that into a reusable term - continued after I was done editing - where did these five hours go? - and somehow the big plastic box in my room is now gone, all its content sorted after six month of it sitting there and exuding my guilt. My study feels much nicer now; at this rate I might even hang the curtain. This... being productive... feels so nice. Feels like life.