dear god. some part of my headspace spends its every waking hour soundly swallowed by
onomasiologic deliberation — finding wordie has been something like being an opium addict finding the backyard sandbox is full of herion. (pardon the bony lists; isn't remissness a symptom of addiction?)
Er...you need a voucher for that?
Welcome, bestiary, to the world of Wordie addiction. :-)
I hereby present you with a voucher, valid for Indulgence in Ridiculously Long List Titles anytime soon.