*poink* Make that three nerves left. However, I refuse to rail at the idiocy of the human race. We all have our stupid moments, and I’m sure there’s some sort of physical law at work, making so many people have theirs in my office today.
Sigh.
89,488 is the word count as of 11 last night. I really HAVE to start going to bed earlier. Rafe, however, is finally emerging from the shell of what he was, to see what he is, and it’s really, really, really, really, hard to leave him in the middle of it.
Happy sigh.