Fueled by my own sense of self-satisfaction

I should be writing. I have um, one last part of my snarkiness ready to post and the last two meandering around in half-legible scribbles on whatever I could find in my purse. However, I'm sleepy and spending to much time commenting and finding fic goodness.

I have to give the love to the lovely people over at Excessant and bloodclaim  for their snerks, giggles and cheerful acceptance of a Spander fic that's just plain silliness. Especially Mia and darkhavens, respectively, for all of their help to the new chick. They have made my week.

[Bad username or unknown identity: However, it has also caused me to spend way too much time online, which keeps my husband from obsessively watching the "Big Brother" live feed. Well, we all have our obsessions. Hey, it's not like I make him listen to me read my fic while I'm writing it and then again when I change a phrase or ask if him a description of a Spike/Xander snog sounds hot enough. Oh, wait...]