I have nothing to say.

If you ask me if I have any questions or comments one more time, my head will fall off from all the bobbling it's been doing for the last three days.

If you make me listen to one more reading, my eyeballs will crumble into dust a la the Raiders of the Lost Ark.

If you ask me to write down one more list of adjectives to describe my mind during writing or a character or a plot or a setting, my hand will strangle me.  And it will be completely voluntary.

If you ask me to remember one more amazing quote, my brain will explode and slime the people behind me with curdled ashen Jell-O. 

Dude.  Who knew writers talked so damn much?

(At least there's gonna be booze tonight.  I don't usually say this, but this time it's justified: Praise the Lord!)