Oh Itxy, I absolutely adore you for the meticulous flattery (I even made it to your list? You're overindulging me at this point—where's Wilcox? I need her relentless trash-talk to parachute me down to humbleness).

But anyway. Unlike my head (which is orbiting the outskirts of Saturn as we speak) you clearly have your mind in the right place to tackle however many drafts will be necessary. I'd wish you luck, but you won't need it.