I may be addiction

... to barnraisings. The first taste was free, but the second is, uh, also free. And the third. Pretty much all of them, actually. No wonder it's so easy to become a barnraising addict. I'm saying, you guys brought this, you brought it hard, and you brought it before noon on Friday. As these barns were raised, so were my hopes. My heart grew three sizes. Normally that would be really annoying -and I'll admit, the new, louder heartbeat does keep me awake at night- but it was just so awesome. It's totally worth developing a disgusting oversized feelings organ.

But, but.... where do I get more?