Now, I know you didn’t actually think I was going to ask the question, or questions really. That would, quite simply, not be my style. Because I need to front. I need to laugh and act like a clown. Heaven forbid someone know that I’m hurting. Asking the question will let on that I’ve noticed. Letting on that I’m noticed will let on that I care. And caring isn’t allowed in the game we’re currently playing. So I’ll leave the question unasked. I’ll settle for the answers I come up with for myself. It’s just a good thing that caring and feeling aren’t allowed because my answered would probably hurt if they were. And with that, good night.

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