I apparently emailed her a treatment of the second-to-last scene of our fic, which I didn't even remember emailing her until she brougt it up when I called her and holy shit, you guys. She just sent it to me. It's fucking awesome.
I'm all spazzpants and whatever and she just knocked it out of the park.
Crap crap crap.
I have to FINISH this tonight. I just...NO. Fic anxiety doesn't mix well with Fresca and Doritos.