And, oh, gods. It's like a drug...and I have to survive 'till Saturday with nothing. I don't know that I can do that.
There's always the phone, of course. ~smile~ But I can't see your eyes widen, your gaze harden, your hand raised to strike. ~sigh~
And still, on Saturday, I can't just fall into it.
I wish dj_pooka could send more of the story he was writing me. That would help.