Title: Half Empty, Half Full
Author: Yum@
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: non, gen, friendship fic
Rating: PG
Words: 3000+ words, Complete, betaed by myfieldnotes
Summary: Some days, you just need coffee…
Spoilers: May contain spoilers up to season five.
Disclaimer: Navy NCIS is owned by entities that are not me. Should I own them, they should be very afraid. ~cackle~

( The menu was dancing. )

The first unofficial day of MWC. Three more times of packing and repack and just upped Apple's third fiscal quarter by spending $50 worth of iTunes gift cards loading up my iPod in a fit of downloads. LOL

( What's Playing In My iPod )

( Room for Pickup )

( The Score So Far )

The Virtual Door Decoration

So, getting all the tribs packed, labeled and in happy stacks of pilfered Priority mailers all over the floor like tiny cardboard pillars. Tempted to have a Calvin & Hobbes moment and go "stomp, stomp, stomp" and make like Godzilla/Mothra/gray naked stinky monster Abbadon from Torchwood all over except duh, both legs aren't working yet. Oh well, cardboard's been spared.

Anyway, doing happy count of happy stacks, 16 lovely packages of zine bliss waiting for my postal man who is currently indulging in his love of postal uniform shorts today which is really wrong because the temperature just dropped from 90F to 54F so poor shivering, hairy knees knocking mailman--

Hang on.

-counts stacks-

17 stories...16 packages.

So channeling Numb3rs' Charlie Eppes and trying to figure out where/who/how one got left out from the happiness, wonderfulness (obviously, I was watching my I-Spy Dvds again) of tribs when it hit me...

I forgot to include my trib copy.

Doh.

Brain f_rt over, folks. Nothing to see here. LOL

The books are here! The books are here! Books, because once again, the printer has outdone himself and made some really nice, shiny, glossy, perfectly bound paperbacks. I wish I could take credit,(wish I hadn't stacked them so I can't get around on my wheelchair now, lol) but I can't take the bow here. Everything was collaborative effort and even with my six clones -snicker-, I couldn't come up with this alone...

( Lookie at the pretties... )
( Brotherhood Table of Contents )

Done.

It's done. Days of checking and rechecking and "well, maybe one more review", I'd finally sent the files off to the printers with all the reluctance of a mama bird and her hatchlings perched on the nest. Ye gads, we're actually gone to print now. No turning back. The files been sent. Covers been uploaded. Deposit been made. Nails been bitten.

Brotherhood has gone to print.

Where's my Edvard Munch icon of 'The Scream'?

LOL.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm not ready for May yet. PT re-evaluations, cerebral evacuations, Brotherhood and MWC, hang on! Not ready yet! Doh!

That's all I have to say...since May's coming. LOL

Because really, this can only happen in April. Time for April showers and May hollers...

( Where's my Bob Evans? )

It's April.

No, no, I'm fairly certain that my calendar is correct. I checked: my watch, my mobile, my Tivo (because naturally Tivo is a crucial temporal check for any fan girl. LOL.). No mistake...

( It's April )

It's the 11th hour--er, month, when stories coming rolling in, edits are done, fonts are chosen.

( And now I have a headache. )