I have vanquished the evil foe known as the copy edit. I did it with my faithful blue colored pencil, a playlist full of theme songs, and copious amounts of coffee. Also, a cat, who would not leave the stack of paper alone. There are teeth marks. I am slightly appalled.

I am basking in the afterglow with alcohol. Since I don't smoke, this is my liquid version of damn, I need a cigarette moment.

And, god, I haven't read Terminal Point since I turned it in months ago. Rereading it was kind of a ...