There, there... (Or something). :-( And, erm, babble incoherently online through stress? Write endless fic? I think if you found me commenting about that, the words pot and kettle would come to mind. (I'm sure right now you'd rather have my stress, but Uncertainty of any sort produces that and we still have yet to have any indication that anyone has a clue how this Grand Plan will actually work. Or if it actually can at all.)

So, babble away.

How does slipping on a banana skin get you signed up to a ficathon? (Love your Gerald/Harriet icon over there btw. Icons are frivolous things that bring much cheer.)

Right. Okay. (What was she going to hit you with?)