I have fudge, berry cider, and a ship-crush on Worf/Deanna Troi.

I need to interface with reality again come Monday, but right now, I am enjoying my last few between-deadline days of self-indulgent, pyjama-clad nesting, dammit.

ALSO, BECCA. I HAVE A CERTAIN FILM-CAST RECORDING YOU NEED TO HEAR, STAT.