It does not help that my mum came home from Orvieto today with, like, three pounds of chocolate. I foresee large amounts of sugar-induced insanity in my near future.
But WHY? WHY is Methos talking to me again after all these years? And... and! It doesn't make any SENSE that he should be in Atlantis! None at all!
And I haven't really written any fanfic in over two years. Wow. Two years. Huh.
And how would he fit a sword into his personal bag, anyway? *despairs*