Have you ever went back and read something you wrote the night before (all fifteen pages of it), and you can actually chart the decline of your sanity by paragraph?
I went from "probably doesn't need medication" to "we build special, special rooms for this" in like, ten paragraphs. That's pretty damn impressive.
Anyone up for a beta?
I suggest you keep your expectations low. The above is not a hypothetical. And is also not SGA.
In other news, Child hates Kowalski. "He's making Fraser sad," Child says, staring at me resentfully. "Vecchio was better."
The worst part is, I had to wait until he took the summer of his discontent to his room to laugh. Ribs hurt. Ow.