Have I mentioned lately the ridiculous degree to which Amber rocks?

Last night, I was too sad to write an essay.

Then I talked to Amber for, like, three hours.

And now, I think, I'm too happy to write this essay. I'm going to have to think particularly dismal thoughts for the next twenty minutes if I want to be focused enough to hammer out this thing. Dammit Ambs, you went too far. You! Went! Too! Far!

... thanks.