Well, balls, my friends. Positively balls. (much grumbling about taking exams based on poorly-represented ganglion cells) I am going to California over the break. It will be toast and warm and moist and mountain lions will not be lurking under mini-vans (more grumbling about mountain lions and how the only good mountain lion is on a bun or in a can of dog food)(and then more grumbling about AAI reports)and I will sleep and not be woken by tripping roommates talking to themselves. Don't do acid, kiddies.
AND!!!! I will be typing up a more-final-than-the-stuff-I've-been-scribbling-on-my-psych-notes script. And then I will make a time machine out of mud, golf clubs, and the blood of small children which will take me back in time to when I first agreed to edit dialogue for this thing (grumblings and much woe) and I will slam myself over the head over and over a gain with a typewriter while speeding down the highway in a wheelchair and the I shall break my kneecaps so I can no longer write with them and then I shall launch every tandem bike in existence out into the nearest and cheapest black hole along with the script. Thus ending the pitifully and mercifully short BHW saga.
No, but I am getting those done, so then if there are comic delays I can blame them on Sarah. *oh ho ho ho!*