Owie.
Haven't been able to spend much time at the computer lately, as my back has been giving me too much grief over sitting in an office chair. Still, I've managed to get some more work done on that Dachshunds on Voyager story. So far it's been established that Janeway's attempts at cooking/replicating food other than coffee are so bad that one of her sandwiches has gained sentience and is now wandering the ship. Guess how that's going to end. Also, three dachshunds have materialized right in the middle of her and Seven's dinner. Literally. Once Janeway convinces Seven to put the phaser down, the real fun will start.