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OK. So to tell you all the truth, my mood is unreasonably foul today. This probably has something to do with holiday related exhaustion, tension and the fact that my power and electricity went out last night so I slept at Kerri's. I napped on her couch for a while and then slept on the futon so it's not that I'm tired--it's just unsettling to me when my routines are upset. I think that probably I'm a little. Well. Compulsive. *G*

However, my Secret Santa story delights me. So many of the things I love in it. I just read it for the second time--got to read it on Christmas Eve but haven't had a chance to say anything. Leaving Las Vegas. Pajamas! Sharing a bed! Chris and Lance! Background Timbertone, for which I have a real affection! Whee!

/exclamation points. *G*

I liked it very much. Seriously, the moment where they're curled up in the bed together? Aww. Can't wait to find out who wrote it. ;-)

( Just a couple little recs from the stories I've read so far: )