I got all worked up over nothing. Looks like Thad had everything under contole the whole time. Now I'M the worry-wort.
And on top of that there's pretty much nothing I can do to help.
I guess it's a good thing, seeing as I was all panicking and flailing all over the place. But it feels weird watching everyone else work there butt's off to fix whatever it is going on, while I just sit around on the side lines waving my pom-pom's. Occasionally screaming and running out on the field to get under the feet of the people actually doing something.
*sighs*
