mmmm, cookies

I am just about 4,000 words into great-great-grandson of Supersaturation - and anyone who wants to toss out some Chemistry terms for titles, I'm open to all sorts of suggestions! - and, because there was such a great demand for it, I've figured out how to add a little bit of Mikey. It's probably not exactly what you were looking for, but he's in there. A little. Right now I'm at the kind of place where one big thing is happening with Kennerty's team and Joe, and I'm simultaneously writing about Gerard having 'mysterious nightmares' and Brendon and Cash and Ryan accidentally cloning themselves - it's all random, I have to pull this together somehow but it'll probably be pages and pages from now. Anyway, something is getting done! Woo!

I've kind of lost track of everybody over the past week - if anything of import has happened or if you've written something awesome, please let me know/link me. My flist is, like, skip-bajillion or something from my illness, during which I didn't even touch my computer for days.

Also, throwing up so much has given me horrendous heartburn and I'm having trouble finishing my coffee. MY COFFEE. IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD.