Dear Steven Moffat...
I love you for this. So, so much.
Seriously, the knowledge that the human who has brought forth far more brilliance than I ever dare to think myself capable of feels exactly the same way that I feel when staring at the hateful mocking empty screen? Has nearly reduced me to tears of empathetic gratitude. And I'm not even premenstrual right now.
Gods bless every single hair on your pubicly curly head, you magnificent bastard.
Q