Maybe? Not really? Meh. The Dr. Evil Project is closed now. I haven't gotten a submission for quite a while, now. I apologize to the last four people who submitted, but I can't get anyone else to complete your row.

Also, I'm still on medical leave for at least another week. Then my boss has to take a couple weeks to fit me into the schedule, if he even decides to keep me. If not, then I have to find a new job that won't reopen my wound or cause me trauma.

I have a bill coming in about a month. I don't have the money for it. I've become a beggar. A lowly, though humble, beggar. Fuck. Not me. Far from me. But I am. And, so I will. But this entire situation was out of my hands, regardless of any educated approach. And, so I will. But, not here. Enough of you hate me enough to accuse me of something new, like theft, or some stupid shit. Not that I could provide medical history or anything.

Thanks for the drama. But, I'm out. Find me on dAmn.

I hear #RealVelour is a cool place to go nowadays, by the way, especially for you oldschool jockies. #Hell's still kickin', too. Drop by sometime, eh?