Especially when I don't want to stop writing for even. One. Minute.

Things are going fairly well at casa del Jack and Te, though the economy is chewing up our city and spitting it out in moist little shreds.

Okay, so that was pretty disgusting. Sorry. The biggest news here is that I've been diagnosed with sleep apnea. Yay! No, seriously. It's a *diagnosis*. Of something *which can be treated*. With things that are *covered by my pathetic insurance*. Honestly, I'm thrilled. I've been told that I'll be expected to jump through hoops before I'll get my breathing machine, but I'm all set for that, man. Those sleep study appointments represent the first two good nights of sleep that I've had since Clinton was in office. The difference was *amazing*, both in terms of how rested I felt the next day and how much (little!) pain I was in. So do a little chair-dance for me, eh?

Now for the good stuff. I'm 90,000+ words into a story that I will not actually be posting, because it's just that dirty. Yes, *that* dirty. Instead, I'll make it available to people who solemnly swear they won't flame my ass or get triggered into cutting fleshy snowflakes out of their thighs or whatever. You'll be seeing a post along those lines when I'm done with the thing -- I'm gunning for pre-Christmas. 'tis the season! No, don't tell me you want it now. I'm still working to make the disclaimer/description as detailed as possible (without spoiling the fun), so that people can make informed decisions.

For the rest of you, I have a couple of much, much shorter stories that I hope to have edited *also* pre-Christmas. One's another missing scene from "A way so familiar," and the other is a porny one-shot involving Dick, Tim, and some spoilers.

Hope everything is well with y'all, and now, if you'll excuse me, I'll get back to digging myself to Hell, one orgasm at a time.

*smooch*