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I don't want to be a whiner today, but since my hives decided on having one of the worst outbreaks yet since this all started last night, after I had not slept for 48 hours, and I ended up waking up every two hours to howl and scratch madly instead of sleeping, I'm going to take the first part of this post to WHINE WHINE OMG WHINE. There, I think that's it...no...hang on...WHIIIIINE.

In other news I'm pretty sure I'm reaching the point where I don't think it's humanly possible for me to love Hugh Dillon any more than I already do. Flaily hands and capslocks aren't even enough anymore. Vidding always bumps up the intensity of whatever I feel about the vid subject since it requires such deep focus. Hell that's how this whole Hugh thing started where my initial curiosity with him based on my great love of Joe Dick went supernova after spending quality time together in Final Cut last time. But that's the thing, it already went supernova, now we're just blowing up universes. This is how I ended up with 'counting David Tennant's freckles' as a hobby, people.

Vid continues, though now that it's reached the point where I actually have to stop madly chucking clips and start shaping it into something coherent the actual pace is slowing down. But I don't doubt for a second this vid is on it's way to finished, with more to follow. Possibly more that don't have Hugh in them, even.

And yes, I have put hugs in this vid. IT IS AN ILLNESS, I TELL YOU. Last night I was lamenting this to sweetestdrain, and she was assuring me that it was okay and we'd only have to worry if I somehow made the Durham County vid into a hugging vid too. At which point, I had to admit I already had hugs on that timeline too. At least those are evil hugs? *facepalms forever*