Utterly horrible morning today.

Not to self- NEVER drink a C-Monster immediately after a huge cup of coffee on an empty stomach. It felt as if Helm's Deep were being fought in my Gulliver.

However, between bouts of searing abdominal stress, an idea hatched.

Strange how the really good thoughts come about under physical or psychic badness.

I have a story that desperately needs to be told. Love, Heroism, babies on conveyor belts, and navy blue microcircuitry. Must. Write. Tonight.

In unrelated news, I am teaching myself to write Flash code. I think a Suicide Girls: The Animated Adventures is long overdue.