Tis indeed. We're good though.

Um... somehow I manage amazingly well. And it was a different insomniac friend. I'm apparently on the maniac side of my bipolar/manic-depression disorder... so I'm up all hours and write til my fingers fall off or so it seems.

Yeah, I'm emotionally whammying Tony... I'll leave the physical damage to happen to poor McGee. You do know you've only got the first half of the story, right? I'm still writing the silly thing... I've added three chapters (and a few thousand words) since I threw it at you.

Don't forget there's also Camp NaNoWriMo this summer... *big grin*