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Sleep? Who needs sleep! Sleep is for the weak and puny.

The strong write 2,300-something words of fic instead. The strong discover that they write faster on no sleep. The strong then take a break from writing to check "Teaspoon" for new fic and wind up weeping - *weeping* - at the sheer percentages of crap posted overnight.

And once again, B5 proves to be the all-powerful antidote to crap. I'm up to "The Coming of Shadows" now, an episode that also made me want to cry, but in a *good* way.

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Just watched "The Producers." Which contains John Barrowman with a cheap blond dye-job, singing "Springtime for Hitler." Why has no one informed me of this before? Seriously, it was priceless, especially since the whole thing's just the sort of scheme Jack might have pulled in his con artist days.

Yay for movie musicals, which allow me to see plays I can't afford to see on stage! I mean, seriously, those tickets were going for like $200.