Four Hundred Seventy-Nine. If only that signified some achievement, rather than the sword of damacles hanging over my head.
I'm trying to get work done and not think about my situation. Not like I don't have anything ELSE to keep my brain busy with.
I hate fighting wars. They suck. This time, I've had to go thermonuclear. What's been fun, though, is that the PI that I had to hire has found out some MOST amusing and unusual information, which is very helpful for me. Who knew that one could learn so much about asset transfers and Nevada corporations, just by hiring the right PI?
He's a great guy, too. Handsome as all get-out.
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