Are you done now? Can you stop trying to leap out of my head (apparently, from the feel of it, yanking on the middle-ears on your way out)? Because I am not in any state to be writing you right this very minute, you stubborn, stubborn thing! I need to finish short stories! I need to revise this other novel! I need to not spend an hour at the computer making myself dizzy and miserable because of you! Okay? Okay?
I am not hearing an answering affirmation here. Books. Can't live without 'em, and living with them is a total PITA.