I Don’t Even Have A Lawyer…

If there were simply no way to avoid being taped to a train and brought to Wisconsin, would you do it? Yes. You would. You’d have no choice.

Haiku!

Rambo Philanto.
That’s the name of my lawyer.
Well… I wish it was.

Alright, since I’ve started working only night shifts, I’ve felt far more rested and stuff. I’ve been generally feeling better (though I still despise having to go to work). Thus, starting next week, I’m going to do things for the site, dammit. Be there, or be so square you’re a rectangle!

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