nothing in particular

Is it strange to attempt to ward off a slight fit of depression by imagining Lee and Grant in a secret meeting in a tent somewhere around Vicksburg, Lee furiously and contemptously smashing Grant's wine bottles to the ground, wrestling Grant away from them when Grant tries to go for them, and then somehow ending up as angry, sexy cockrub warriors against a desk? Wrong? Maybe, and yet meanwhile, Grant remembering being a first year at West Point, looking up to the uber-cool and controlled Lee, wanting to challenge his control? "Can you taste the liquor on my lips, Robert?" breathed hot and heavy into his ear as Lee moans and grabs the back of Grant's head and shoves him to his knees....*has problems...*

A-HEM

And anyway, it's not my depression this time. Well it's other people's problems pressing down on my wittle shoulders.

Other People's...Problems...(I'm down with OPP --yeah you know me--)