Painfully nervous to actually write something for Stacy.
Not that it has to be anything brilliant, and not that she is one to judge, and not that what I'm thinking is dumb or unsupported by the text, but...
...somehow having it down in writing, where she can analyze it, and presenting it to her as a sensible idea that she may never have thought of

is just terrifying.

But. I can't just sit here all day.
And this idea is actually kind of cool.

Got to bang it out, Oxford-style.