Actually, I don't know why I'm apologizing. It is what it is. I broke into my nice sharp new knives and did what I needed to do. It wasn't enough, but is it ever?

I should feel bad for letting everybody down who tried to help me, but I had to forcibly stop myself from doing a lot worse, so in my perverted, twisted mind, I actually did pretty well. It looks like hell, but it's sweater season, so no one will know.

I wish this hadn't made me feel better instead of worse. Thank you for trying, though.

CB