May. 19th, 2013

The nightmares in which Dirk's a space pilot, and he's desperately recording a final message to Roxy as his ship blows up, upset me about as much as the ones in which members of my family are becoming zombies and sitting under the table crying as they lose their minds.

I also have a problem with my subconscious. The problem is that it's terrible.
I was hassling the AO3 team about adding Google Analytics support, and they've made it into a feature request here. If you want to be able to see who's linking people/trolls to your fic, you should vote for this.

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