Oh, wow. Cortex is SORE this morning.

Okay, I'm going to go out on a limb here.

If sex? Is anything like the immense satisfaction you get after an incredible night of writing with another person? Then I'm having sex. All the time. Because last night I was bent over the back of the couch and written 'til I couldn't take it anymore.

This should help to clarify.

arriterre is my new favourite person. Fr rlz.