So.
I have no idea how this is all going to turn out, but I have a Vast List Of Blame should it all ultimately end up beneath an overpass along the 101 with a bottle of Mad Dog 2020 inside a ratty tent.
Thing is, those same names appear on the Vast List Of Praise if things eventually go the other way. Odd how that works out.
I can say is that I am already starting to feel like myself again, and I haven't felt like that way in a very, very long time.
Also, I have a vuvuzela. As you probably know, that can only help.
No, really. I have a vuvuzela.
And you don't.
