Whoopety.

So I just had two Paralyzers on an empty stomach and I have two napkins worth of smallthings to do in the next three days (around getting married) and I can't remember how old commodorified is (or me, either, but I can do the math for me), and I swapped out a bunch of non-working BPAL and discovered that Whip and Highwayman actually work on me even though they have roses and I'm sure it will all be alright and I think I fixed all the typos and I love you all.

Seriously.

(I'm about to quote Crowley's every man and every woman in a star. Is a start. Is a star. I'm not fixing *those* typos because they please me. Lovely brilliant coruscating crucible brilliance that NASA takes photos of and has up every single day.)

You're all wonderful wonderful people and I'm sure I will remember this even when I'm sober, because you're cool.

So there.

*thunk*