Sadly, instead of the power to shoot lasers out of my eyes, by the time you read this I will have already been sat down in a chair and had lasers shot into my eyes instead. They will be burning holes in my retina in the hopes of preserving what waning vision I have left (I’m going blind, as I’m sure you’re all sick to death of hearing about by now) and so I’m not likely to gain the power to shoot said lasers back out again.
Still, one can dream.
This is the Queue. Anne and I switched days because I’m really not going to be up for doing this tomorrow. Likely I’m just going to be lying in the dark trying not to cry. But hey, right now I’m here, so let’s have some questions.