Weird Writing Habits

Dear Wal,

I woke up Sunday morning thinking about my fanfiction. Jason promptly started nagging me to write him:
Jason: *pokesbrain* HEY! :D HEY! :D HEY! :D WRITE ME! :D
Me: Nooooo D< Paper to finish
Jason: Butbut D8 *poke*
Me: WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER JASON D: WE WILL SURVIVE
Jason: NOOOO D8 ME WANT STORY! *poke*
Me: Please?
Jason: *flounces through thoughts with Selina* :D No! *poke*
Me: Aaaaag. Distracting D<
Jason: *poke* PLEASE D: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE
Me: ALRIGHT. FINE. SHUT UP.
Jason: YAY! :D
So I wrote twelve pages of script. I spent all day writing. I did nothing else but write, breath, eat and visit the restroom. I did have the chat bar to one side, but I was typing so fast it didn't make much of a difference.  Writing Jason-writing someone different-completely unlocked my clogged, squealing Elliot wheels and got me rolling on a story I hadn't been able to do more than pick at for the week before. That's the story that because fifteen pages in two days and then promptly hit a mid-life crisis and nearly died, nearly committed suicide. I saved it, but only barely. I have about six pages of plot wounds to heal, and I fought with it for a whole day before I got it right. That was last Sunday. It was terrible.
I wallowed in despair, and then jumped for joy when I found a solution to one problem, until I found another problem and then I tipped into the depths of despair again and then I fix that problem and proceed to the next-etc, etc. It went on like that for hours. I feel sorry for Watson. She had to witness all of this. But I fixed it. I conquered. And my story came out unscathed.

/endrant

P.S. I forgot to post about this on Sunday, so here you go. Two posts in one day?! What?! This can't be possible!