Help me, You find me hollow eyed, staring into the middle distance. My finger nails are bitten down to the cuticles and I am starting to question if there is any point to anything. This is because geological ages have passed since I took my last turn. In fact, I am dashing off this missive as I wait.
I am not Christopher Lambert in Highlander! I have a limited duration on this planet and am currently having my ever dwindling pot of time quaffed away by someone who couldn’t make a decision if their life depended on it and, believe me, it soon very well may do.