I COULDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT BECAUSE MY BRAIN WAS ALL: "HEY, HEY, YOU SHOULD WRITE SOME ARTHUR/EAMES SEXPOLLEN WHERE ARTHUR IS BEGGING AND NO ONE'S LIFE IS HAS HARD AS EAMES. Y/Y?" And I was all, "OMG NO BRAIN, SHUT UP. I HAVE TO BE AWAKE IN THREE AND HALF HOURS. >:( " AND MY BRAIN WAS ALL, "AND IN THE MORNING, EAMES WOULD WAKE UP AND BE TERRIFIED THAT IT HADN'T WORN OFF, AND THEN HE'D BE TERRIFIED FOR HIS MANHOOD, BECAUSE IF ARTHUR DOESN'T KILL HIM SURELY COBB WOULD, AND FAILING THAT HE COULD TOTALLY FIND A SWORD TO FALL UPON BECAUSE ZOMG." And I was just like, "...I fucking hate you, brain. And I am not turning my computer on again until the sun is actually in the sky." And my brain was like, "THAT'S JUST A COUPLE OF HOURS AWAY!" And I was like, "I know, that's my point, you asshole."

Also! Also! Welcome back! Did you have a nice vacation?