Well, now you can read it. Go there now. Read. Comment. Tell Janice how amazing I am. Or tell her how amazing she is. Either way, let her know you were there/here/where?/I'm lost/*sigh*.
Rob pointed out the irony of my looking like I have a gun pointed at my head. Sometimes writing does feel like that, like the only way I can make it happen is if . . . lucky for me this poster actually follows me from room to room so I always have the threat close at hand.