It is now 5:22 and I can barely hold my eyes open. I am starving. My eyes are getting bleary. Why did you have to write this awesome story and deprive me of sleep? You have no idea how happy this makes me. I know what its like to spend the night writing a story that enthralls me, but I RARELY - if ever - get to spend the night reading a story that enthralls me. All the joy/passion/intrigue/excitement without all the worry/plotting/planning/typing. Shit, I feel like its Christmas. If you'll excuse me, I will have to pass out on my keyboard now and finish reading tomorrow. But I am sure I will have sweet Way-filled dreams. =)