Chained to my compurer, crying and swearing is going to be my life for the next 4 days. It sucks. I just wanted to let you know that I haven't had time to reply to comments yet, which I see have piled up into quite a little mound. I promise to get back to all of you this weekend when I'm not dying. Also, if there was something that you say, oh... wrote for me or mentioned my name in the author's note, chances are I"ve read it. I just don't have time to leave my ever-thoughtful f/b. But you'll get it eventually. I haven't been ignoring you!
In my time of almost-there, I need all the "You can do it!" vibes y'all can heave at me. *hugs the cheerleading squad* You guys rock. I shall resurface come Saturday. And I feel as though this post is incredibly disjointed and incoherant. That just might be the state of my brain though. All my eloquence... gone.
ETA: Oh, and lest I forget, I also won a pretty for my Spike/Tara ficlet Tea for Two at this round of the Sotha Awards. I still really like that story. It makes me feel like mush whenever I reread it. It's Tara. Tara is love. I should write more Tara. Thanks to whoever is responsible for nominating it, the judges and artists, and a hearty congrats to all the people I know that won, too. There be a lot of you. Yeah, my flist is talented like that *nods sagely*
