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That feeling when you're brainstorming a story, but then you realize that you don't know what the clothes the characters are wearing would look like, so you spend more time than you anticipated researching 17th-century western European fashion.

This was supposed to just be a quick and dirty ficlet. But the result is:
-0 words written
-1.5 hours distracted
-I now know more than I ever expected to know about what dudes were wearing in the 1650s.

Not that I'm complaining, exactly, it's just not how I intended to spend this bit of the evening.