I keep wanting to send email to the Desk of Doom asking Lucy and Steve if everything is going OK, because, you know, I'm already in such a great frame of mind. Also stop me from pursuing little plot bunnies that keep nibbling at my ankles attempting to distract me from the NOVEL. These include House/Wilson BDSM, JB/DT RPS since David's got yet another young, BLONDE girlfriend, and that Sam/Chris mega H/C epic that desperately wants to be written. P.S.-How pathetic is this? I don't even have enough disk space to run the defragmenter, so I can get more disk space.