I write brilliant (yes, really) fics in my head: I spend hours crafting them, getting every last phrase perfect. And as soon as I've done them, they're gone, it's as if writing them in my head erased their memory trail ... she said, kinda poetically and time-to-go-to-beddishly. Which is frustrating. A sensible woman, so that rules me out, would keep a notepad by the bed.

I want to hear about College Danny, if you happen to be heading in that direction. And the Jaegermeister. Whatever that is. (There are whole chunks of Sports Night where they might as well be speaking a foreign language. And not just every time they actually mention sport.)