(The fan stories I tell myself to go to sleep mostly involve horrible angst, suffering, death, and betrayal. I don't know why. Though this may be where all my hideously angsty stuff goes rather than getting written up and posted as real stories; maybe I'll work up the courage to post the 110% angst SG1 tic in which Sam is J. Robert Oppenheimer, Jack is unhappily Leslie Groves, Teal'c is inexplicably nonexistent, half the team dies and the Earth explodes. I dunno; for some reason I just find it easier to get to sleep under a warm blanket of crushing despair.)

I have a lot of mental wooden boards and tablecloths around. A lot.

Here's to (relative) peace and calm on the horizon!