Too sleepy to really want to write, which is sad, because I suspect I'll kick myself tomorrow. My mind won't jump-start on anything, though.
I did reply to a recent comment by writing some thoughts on the idea of love, vis-a-vis the spander stuff, thoughts which--I'm just telling you--everyone has to go read, because it took me fifty million billion tries to edit it down to a length that LJ would accept, and fuck, I need maximum value for my efforts, okay? Go read!
Y'all are too kind. :)
Want to write, want to sleep, want to write, want to sleep, want to...zzzzzzz.