A very nice man at PPC called and asked if I wanted repair or replace adn then said the magical words "I have it open in front of me right now". At which time I obsessively called back until i no longer got a busy signal, confirmed replace, and asked, in a tremulous voice--"Can--can I pick him up today?"
Seriously. Tremulous voice here.
HE SAID YES!
So you know, the short term insanity is ended, and I will, God and John willing, be curled up with John today and never let him go again.
SGA zombie fic. That really amazing one, with only John left and Rodney out there somewhere staggering around and eating people. John pov, dark, really creepy. Come on. You have to remember this one.