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I almost never talk about my love life on my blog. In the nearly 7 years of this, under many names, it has never been a place for me to discuss love, romance or sex. Today two of those will change. I recently met an amazing woman. Her name is Liz, and she has shown me how interesting, intriguing, and deep a person I am. She showed me every time we talked that I was someone who mattered, if only to this amazing, caring, and sweet woman. I have come to love her.

Some of those out there might think they have heard this before, but I have begun to realize in the last 48 hours that it is fact. I love Liz. I love make her smile, and laugh. I love hearing about her life and her past. I have enjoyed answering her questions and coming to realize that those little things, those things that have filled up the last 7 years of this blog and more I never wrote, all of this is of interest to one person. Liz.

I also made a mistake. I took my feelings and drove them in the wrong direction. I drove them to the lust side of things. Yeah, the men out there who have loved and lost, or loved and barely groveled a place will know what I mean. I tried to take those emotions, and that desire to hold her, and just be with her in the flesh instead of the pixels, and turned it sexual when it wasn't the place. I am not sure where she and I will end up, I hope for at least a close and dear friend. I would be honored for more. I love you Liz. 

So I don't know if I mentioned this here, but I am living with my parents now. I am also working a full time job which has me up at 5:00 AM on days I work. This kind of.. I dunno, hinders me, I think. You see, it is 5:19 AM and I am still up. I love it! I have been more productive these last 5 hours since I shut off my desktop monitor than I was all day. I got 2 sinks full of dishes washed(no, don't ask), I have gotten a full room in the in suite basement cleaned(no, don't ask about that either) and as a break from cleaning and washing, I have caught up on 4 different forums that I have allowed to get backlogged. This isn't even the second wind, which just kicked in, this was all on the first wind.

Now, I do not truly believe I could have done the majority of this if it weren't for the occasional 5 days off in a row that I get, one of which I am on right now, but that is neither here nor there. I have been working at AAA for about 6 months now, and I have been fighting my night owl nature the entire time, trying to force myself to bed before I am ready even on nights I do not work, but in reality, I see now that I have been only hurting myself horribly in that I have been stealing my own high productivity time away from myself. Looking back, my best and most energetic podcasts have been done when I was living on my own, often done in the early morning hours. I am a night owl, and damned proud of it. Now, if I could only find a shift at work that would help that, instead of hindering it.

This is only half the problem. My parents, over 55 both of them, are not night owls. They are in bed no later than 10, awake at 6, and easily annoyed if I am up past 1 AM. They call midnight an ungodly hour! Midnight! Blasphemy! My parents and I have been, and always will be from two very different worlds, not just generations. They were raised on what I call farmer time. I know my mother was raised on a property with far land, only a block from the city's perimeter, and I think my father must have as well. They don't see how someone could stay up until 3 or 4 AM when in their minds a normal person is up by 6. Now, as to how to solve this problem. Well, there isn't one. The length of shift at my work prevents me working an evening shift, and I just do not see my parents changing anytime soon, not after 50 some odd years.

I was at work today, and there was an encounter with a co worker. This person was teasing me like she does a lot of people, and I seemed to take it more personally than she expected. I explained it didn’t matter, as none of it meant anything to me. I went on to explain that I watch, and observe, not participate. Now, I know, you might all disagree with me. “you have this blog” you might argue. I rarely write here. “You have a podcast” other will debate. I consider it talking to myself, not others, and am often surprised when I realize there are still people listening. In fact, I did the recent National Podcast Post Month, and I am pretty sure I am the only participant who saw a drop in their audience. Mine was halved in the span of a month.

There are times I am happy when I realize that there is no one in this world who knows me. Who knows about all the types of writing I do? No one. Who know how passionate I can be? The number are fewer than the fingers on this hand. In fact, the best way for me to shock any person who has met me, is to be myself. It seems most people don’t know me, who I am, what I am capable of. When I was… 16 or 17, I was at a church thing down in North Dakota. It was my 3rd or 4th year, and so I was pretty well known. I was the short fat kid, who dressed like a slob, and was ignored, shunned, and only included at the sufferance of the cool kids or by force.

So this year, I decided to flip them the biggest bird I could. I brought my nicest, sharpest clothes, and kept them hidden away. No one knew I had them. The last night, the big Sunday service finale, after all the people dressed in their nicest had gone up to where the service was held, I went, and got dressed in my nicest. Dress pants, silk shirt and tie, suit coat, the works. I walked in, ignored all those trying to compliment me who had ridiculed me all those years, and sat in church. I was myself in that outfit. I felt like I was worth something. What they thought or said no longer mattered.

The world is a judgmental place. I found that out when I was released from a former employer for using downtime at work to express my creativity, not by shouting it from the rooftops, but putting my thoughts to pixels and keeping it to myself. Would my coworkers understand my creative stories? Or would they just think me twisted and sick? I suspect the reaction would be the same as if I have my camera. Fat old guy with a camera taking pictures of people? Must be a perverted old guy, maybe even a sexual predator! Must flee the person with a camera, even if he is just trying to take pictures of beautiful places, people, and things. This is my life. Flee, for he may not be normal.

I am a geek. I am The Geek to many. Medros to many as well. A poet to some, a well worded person to most. Then, why, do I find myself lacking inspiration? I am trying to podcast, but within days of recording, I can no longer bring myself to edit the show, and don't have time in those first few days to actually release a show. I am finding it very hard to actually create stuff. I can't find anything interesting in my photography, feel my podcast is fading quickly, and my blog is just barely on life support now. I can be eloquent, thoughtful, and thought provoking, but cannot find whatever it is within me that I need to actually produce something that is any of it. I feel like I have the creative form of writer's block. I just cannot create. I feel as if I am losing time. I feel sad.

Due in no small part to the stupidity of the phone company, the new place I am moving to does not currently have internet. We are working as quick as we can to arrange it, but there is no current estimate on when it will be back up. I will be working on the 4th episode of the podcast, and surely writing copious amounts of blog posts while I am offline, and will look forward to seeing and blogging with everyone soon. Be well.

I have an addictive personality. I do not, by this, mean that people love being around me, I mean that I can easily grow addicted to something that many others would not find a problem. Cigarettes. Caffeine. WoW. These are some of my past and current addictions. I am thankful I was able to kick nicotine as an addiction. I have once before kicked Caffeine, and know the pain that is withdrawal from caffeine. One of the most popular and often frequented posts on my blogs over the years has been this one about Caffeine withdrawal, so I know that I am not the only one to have gone through with this.

It is this addictive nature that gives me my greatest concern right now. As a way to get over my lost voice and potential Bronchitis, my doctor prescribed me some cough syrup with Codeine. Every time I have been prescribed anything with Codeine or any meds really, I have been very cautious about taking them for only as long as is needed. Tylenol 3. Tylenol Fort. Well, after a relatively short time period of taking this cough syrup, I am really worried. I thought I was good on the syrup the other day, I guess 2 days ago, and didn't take it before bed.

I was tossing and turning all night, and think I may have gotten about an hour of actual sleep. I just could not get to sleep. For those who do not know, Codeine is supposed to put you to sleep. Thinking back, I think it was about half an hour before bed that I had my last Caffeine, so I would think that might have impacted the first hour or so of trying to go to sleep, but not all night. Last night, I took cough syrup and I had a very good night's sleep. Perhaps this is just paranoia or something, but I am just worried.

Should I try to not take syrup before bed tonight and tomorrow night? I can't afford to not get a good night's sleep before Tuesday, as I need to be up at 7 AM and have a full 15 hours ahead of me in the day.

Yup, I am officially bored. I have been trying to get as much done as I can, but I am limited. I can't send out email resumes, I cannot print off paper copies, my mother appears to be avoiding my calls to her cell, and her home, which is about to the point that her calls will be ignored from now until I am ready to move. I am tired of this. I ask to come to her place so that I can try to get some of this stuff done and sent, like my stuff for the Elf and Dwarf, and yet I continue to be ignored. Well, I guess it's about time to turn it around. Due to my internet still being down, a situation which I assume will continue until I move as it's not back up yet, there is little I can do, and little reason to bother answering my phone if it is any of my parents or family. Time for returning the favor.

I pretty much have the episode 4 done, at least my end, but as I do not have the guest host/applicant's side, I cannot put it together or make the episode ready for publish. I have recorded an opening for the Elf and Dwarf, a promo for the show, and the 5th Azerothia Addon for the Elf and Dwarf, all of which I am currently being prevented from getting out. Even if I can get to my parents, I cannot get the guest host of episode 4's side here as my parents have no CD burner, so basically that means I will not be able to publish this episode until early in June, which will mean another calendar month without an pisode. Sorry for ranting. I'll go back to vegging in front of the TV.

I was riding my bike along a sidewalk earlier today, just having crossed over a bridge nearby, and since it was quite a busy path, I was taking my time. Well, some jerk got impatience, and came up beside me to try and pass me. Unfortunately there was not much room, and I am a nice guy. I tried to give this jerk some room, and ended up going too far over, and my tire went off the sidewalk, dropping about a couple inches. Unfortunately to try to give this guy as much room as possible I was standing up on my pedals, leaning on my handle bars. This weight was enough to cause my tire to turn a bit and cause me to go a few feet down this small incline. Sadly, I guess, my tire didn't like the many and jarring twists, and... well... got twisted over the matter. [Pictures]

Ok, so I guess you could say I have been a bad writer/blogger/whatever. I did a few episodes of All Things Azeroth, then lost my co-host, and am now auditioning new hosts to take over that job. i have a job, but it is piss poor and not sufficient to actually paying my bills, so I am aggressively seeking more reliable and less whimsical employment. I just left AD, though not in a slash and burn type of exit, more along the lines of 'time away'. I am now playing and leveling a few characters on Earthen Ring. I just moved to a new webhost, company called Dreamhost, and will be posting discount codes across my sites as they are moved over. I am also working with 6A to try and get my archives from my geek blog over to this one, so hopefully the archives here will have some weight behind them to coincide with my nearly 4000 posts and over half a decade of blogging.

I thought I already posted this, but I guess I hadn't. The surgery went well enough, with only a few complications that were non critical, and only had a few more serious complications after it was all done. Let's see, The doctor had to do more incisions than he had wanted to due to my excess weight, but he got the offending organ out. Afterwards there was apparently some issues about my not wanting to come out of the anesthetic, though I think that is a nice change compared to my knee surgeries when I came out of it too soon in the last 2. Also, after I did come out of the anaesthetic, I was kept on oxygen for much longer than normal, as there was some concern about too much bad gases in my body from the surgery. I was out about 4 pm, though, and am resting at my sisters.

The last 4 months of my life feel, at this time, like they have let up to this time, at least with the perspective I have at this time in the AM, less than 8 hours before I will be unconscious and cut into. I know a lot of you are probably looking at me, and thinking me weak, or somehow 'wussy' for my views on this event in my life. Sure, lots of people have this surgery every year, hell, every day in the world. These people are not me. The worst I have ever had is knee surgery, where all they were doing was looking for damage. I have never had something which is a bodily organ removed from my body. Hell, I haven't even had a broken bone before. So I guess maybe I am being weak when I grow nervous as I get closer to the time of my surgery, but that is just me, and yeah, I am worried.

I got a call this morning, just before I left to go put resumes in to a few nearby businesses. I have a date, now, for my surgery. January 25th, 8 am, Victoria General, I will be unconscious, and a short time later, baring no complications, I will be missing one internal organ and my entire lifestyle will change. No more ordering out for a pizza, no more eating whatever I want. For 29 years I ate my way toward this surgery, and now, in far too soon a time, all of that will need to change. I know a lot of people look at this surgery and don't bat an eye. I cannot take it so lightly, though. It is a big thing for me. I will spend the next 13 days thinking things over, and planning for the post surgery times I will have to deal with. I hope to blog those thoughts here.

Let me see. I am in the process of relaunching my WoW podcast, and when that is going strong, i will see if there is enough time with the other things in life in order to relaunch the Canadian Geek Podcast. I am doing my best to look for a job, and trying to prepare myself for the gall bladder removal I am going to be experiencing very soon. On the more personal side, I have a Girlfriend I care deeply for, and who I look forward to every conversation I get the chance to have with, and every hug, kiss, and smile I get from.

In my WoW life I am at this time leveling a third character to the current cap, level 60, but I doubt he will be there in 12 days when the expansion come out and the level cap is 70. I will be making a new character then, a Draenei Paladin, and plan to level him and his professions as quickly as I can. My current Paladin just got a new piece of armor over the Christmas holidays, and got to see a bit of the first big dungeon, though the role he was placed in means he will likely never go back.

Overall, my life right now is pretty good, other than the feeling of uselessness as I try to apply for jobs I know I will likely not get, because I will need several weeks off to recover from my upcoming surgery. I am sure I will have little trouble finding a new job once I am fully surgery recovered.

Gall Stones. Uggh. I have to consult with my doctor regarding 'surgical options' which I am informed may mean removal of my gall bladder, which could mean no more of most of the foods I like the most. I'll keep you up to date on the info as I have it. Now, I think I am going to drown my sorrows in.. a big glass of Crystal Light flavored water.

Wee, the pretty, pretty lights. I just got back from the pharmacy, and the hospital before that. I am proud of the fact I don't partake of illegal drugs, but I will be happy to occasionally be shot full of morphine and be high as a kite. I was in the hospital because the pain that hit me on Wednesday night, and then again on Thursday night, came back. I thought when it hit me again Thursday, I thought maybe it was just that I had eaten greasy food too much, and I stopped. But last night I ate not much of anything, never mind greasy foods, and this morning I woke up in extreme pain again.

Thankfully my parents stopped by shortly there after, and kindly took me to the hospital. They think it is something to do with my gall bladder, I think they said(I was rather hazy due to morphine) and advised I call for an ultra sound ASAP. We'll see what happens, I guess. Now, I am going to stop fighting it and go back to letting the morphine knock me out. Bye. [Addition: I forgot to mention I am off work until Wednesday afternoon.]

I am thinking, and I may be wrong on this, but I think that agonizing pain in ones abdomen is not a good thing. I am not sure if it's what I had for lunch, which was a rather large burger at a newly opened cafe downtown, or if it's something worse, but I left work half an hour before I was off and I have just found it impossible to sit, or lie, or be still. The pain if bad when I am moving around, but it is ten times worse when I am not moving. I think I need to go to bed, or at least try. Good thing I have tomorrow off.

So here we sit. 5 years after an event that almost as much impact on the world as Pearl Harbor did back in the Second World War. It is a time when our nature as caring people, as emotional beings, forces us to reflect, to ponder, and toa recall. As a music fan, times like these make me thing back. Garth Brooks wrote a song after his home state of Oklahoma, was attacked, and it comes to my mind. The chorus is below.

And I hear them saying you’ll never change things and no matter
What you do its still the same thing
But its not the world that I am changing I do this so this
World will know that it will not change me.

That song reminds me that we cannot let events like that bombing, like the events of 5 years ago, bring us down. I will, though, let these events change me. We must excel and keep ourselves alive. That is how I will let them change me. I will let them remind me I am alive. I will allow them to show me that as long as I breathe, as long as I am still here, I should cherish life for it can be taken away at the blink of an eye.

It saddened me to see, in the wake of 9.11, the reaction of some people who took a violent and aggressive approach. Toby Keith is the best example I can come up with. He wrote nearly a full album of songs that could only have been meant to raise the anger and emotions of the American people into a furor. He also, though, raised a lot of racism and violent reaction of people who were normally quite calm.

The number of people I know who took the 'nuke them' approach, or wanted the President to, was a lot higher among people who listened to his song Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue. Those people, either in ignorance, hatred, racism, or whatever brought it forth, seems to forget that they don't all hate us. They do not all want to kill us. Unfortunately the leadership in the US didn't stop at revenge for the attack upon those who actually attacked them.

The one downside in the world to the events of 5 years ago is the spread of this belief that the US can become the world's bully and tell the world how it should be. The entire world does not need to be democratic societies, especially when the flag nation for democracy is so corrupt. When a nation's leadership is controlled by the purse strings of large companies, instead of by it's people, there is something wrong. The US, in my opinion, needs to solve it's own problem, instead of trying to fix the problems it sees of others.

George Bush is a religious man, as he has so often pointed out, so I am sure he knows intimately of the story that most reminds me of the situation the US is in. It's about the person who noticed the spec in his neighbor’s eye, and missing the plank in his own.

This should be one of my busiest weekend since I moved last. i have plans today and tomorrow, and was out after work yesterday. Yesterday was a party for several people at work who are getting promoted, some within and some to out of my department. During my lunch I went down and raised a drink, and then after work I went back for the other two of the day. Today I am supposed to be biking out to the Bridge's Drive Inn on Jubilee, one of the cities most renowned ice cream places, for a little of the cold stuff before it gets too cold out.

Tomorrow, myself and the same person are supposed to be meeting up at The Forks, I will be taking pictures of another coworker doing some break dancing, and then we'll head back to my place where i am making dinner, and wine shall be tasted. Should be a fun and entertaining weekend, full of interesting conversations, people, and occasions. [Update:She didn't show for Ice Cream or dinner.]

I am overjoyed to sit here and write that I am not the proud possessor of a set of keys to my proper suite, the suite I should have had access to 1 month ago. That is correct, I have the keys to my home, and will be moving my stuff in tomorrow. Unfortunately the situation is not clear-cut there. I am now told that not only do they want me out by the end of the day tomorrow, but also they have someone moving in the 1st. In my honest opinion, these people learned nothing from the situation with me.

They still expect everything to be perfect, and then they let people down when it is less than perfect. The carpet in the suite I am in now needs to be changed, the tiles in the bathroom need to be fixed, in my opinion there needs to be a real counter put in, and at least one window needs complete replacement. Alas, it is no longer my concern. I will be in my new home tomorrow night, and although it will be a little hectic trying to get all the stuff worked out, I am sure with all the friends to help me out, I will get it all done easily.

Let's see. Where to start. First, I am told the current estimate for my proper suite, the one I should have been in on the 1st of August should be ready to go sometime this week. I have Thursday off, ironically the 31st, so I expect they will be trying to push me to have my stuff moved into my proper suite by Thursday midnight. Whether that actually occurs, I would have to say, would highly depend on when I get my keys. My plan at this time is to set up the desk first, bring up the various pieces of wood from the current suite and the basement, then move all the boxes from the basement storage area first, using the dolly I have.

Those will go into my bedroom and living room for later sorting. Then I will bring up the dishes and food from my current suite. Most of this should be doable in the first night or two after work, assuming I get the keys Tuesday or earlier. On Thursday I hope to have a few hand to help move all the big stuff, my bed, couch, coffee table and more, upstairs. Once that is upstairs, my computer will be moving up to the new suite, at which point it will be my main residence. I will then move the last few bits up and make sure the suite is very clean for a thing I have over the weekend. I hope to have my keys to them by Monday morning/afternoon.

Now, to podcasting. I have a show I recorded last Sunday recorded, and I am trying to work through the editing, but alas I have been trying to catch up with the internet after being virtually barren of connectivity until this past Thursday. This has, unfortunately, left too little time for editing of the mp3 file, so there will likely be no episode recorded tonight. I will record a new episode that goes over, with a not at all fine toothed comb, the patch notes for 1.12, and the rumors out of the newly re-released WoW forums. I am not planning to bring back CGP just yet, unless it's a few minutes here or there when a hot button issue pops up, like exploding laptops and the biggest flop in internet promotion history, Snakes on a plane. Ok, so that's not really worth it's own release.

Photographically speaking, I am planning to go shoot some pictures out by the BDI ice cream shop here in the city on Saturday the 2nd of September, and some break dancing at the Forks on Sunday. Also, I hope to soon have the dry mount of my much lauded bridge shot, found here on the gallery. I am actually really happy that my photography is getting some interest from those I know, people wanting prints and dry mounts of a few of my shots. Look in homes near you for my very own pictures.

Lastly, on the blog side of things, I am slowly trying to update the posts I have on the site, many of which are currently in draft status and are so old that they are off the front page even at 45 posts showing. Still, there are some good posts there, so check the past few months worth of pages if you are one of those who like to see the old stuff as it's put up. I am right now writing a review of the movie Serenity, which I am sure I can now write with enough perspective on the Big Damned Movie. See ya on the other side of the web.

I know, it is a small thing to be happy about, especially since I still do not have internet, TV, or any form of entertainment other than that which was on my PC from the time it was shut down or on CD when they were packed up, but I will happily take heart from the small things until the hell of being offline is through. My phone is up, so I can now call anyone I want within the US and Canada, though I know of no one who actually wishes to hear from me. *sigh* It figures, eh?

As I mentioned previously, it is my birthday today, and I invited a number of people from work to the King's Head Pub yesterday to help me celebrate. Well, I got there about 7 PM or so, and grabbed a coke, planning to wait until other people arrived before I began consuming alcohol. You know, the whole never drink alone deal. Well, it turns out I need not have worried. No one showed up. Out of the 8 people I invited, and the 4 or 5 others some of them were bringing, I spent 4 hours sitting around, drinking coke after coke alone.

I threw a few rounds of darts, admired the layout and expansions to the pub, and then at 11 PM, I gave up and left. I walked to a friends work, and sat there, drinking hot chocolates, until midnight, when one person, who could not help but have a chance to wish me a happy birthday. Cause I was standing right in front of him. This is why I do not bother celebrating; cause it shows who the true friends are.

It will soon be my birthday. This coming April the 16th, that is right, Easter Sunday, is my birthday. I plan, due to the landing of that day upon the holiday, to spend time the night before at the King's Head Pub on King Street, across from the Old Market Square in the Exchange District. I am sure few of you are actually in the position to attend, but your well wishes and cash donations to my celebration are more than welcome.

Yesterday was a very podcast filled day. I did not work yesterday, instead spending most of my day involved in podcast stuff that was anything but podcasting itself. I was up in early morning at 5:00 AM, far earlier than I or most geeks tend to do, and was out the door by 6 AM. Thankfully, I got a ride to my destination from my parents, who were grabbing a coffee until my mother had to be at work. I walked into the CBC Radio offices, and prepared to wait with a book while they came out one at a time to talk to me. I met the(I think) producer, the host Terry McLeod, and after about half an hour of waiting, I was in the room.

I was there to talk on podcasting a bit, and while I had only been called the night before to be asked on, though there was previous contact to get my views, I wasn't surprised, since later in the day was a major podcasting event in the city later in the day. I got sat down in the room, making as little noise as I could, while the host went through a few other things before my interview. I had a good chance to look around the studio, and I was honestly in awe. They had 4 studio mics, more equipment then I could ever imagine, and it was very professional looking.

Then they began playing the promo bit, which they had asked about before, but hadn't specified the exact clip they would be using. Of course, they may have mentioned the show they took it from, but i was too tired and out of it to be able to answer properly. They ended up playing a bit from my Christmas podcast. For those who did not listen, it is the one that I declared I was moving back home. Yeah. I got good mentions on CBC Radio One, but it includes me saying I am moving back to my parents. Uggh. I wasn't very happy, but by the time it finished, about 20 or 30 seconds later, I had already figured out it was best not to be mad about it, and just put the best face forward.

I was on for all of 10 minutes, talked a bit about my podcast, about how I came to podcast(I'll be getting into that on a show soon to come), and what this whole podcasting thing is about. After I was done, I waited an hour or so as a person i had emailed was going to be on an hour after me. I went home after sitting and talking to Tod for a bit, discussing podcasting, it's future, and so on. I slept for a bit, then waited to hear from another press type, a reporter from the Free Press who was also looking to cover podcasting. We were going to meet in the mid afternoon, but things didn't work out on the time side, so we said we'd meet up later at the event.

I left a little late for the event, and got to Rae & Jerry's on Portage by the Stadium a fair bit later than I had planned. I walked in, and went to the lounge to look a bit for the group, finding them hard to miss even if I hadn't met Tod, the planner of the event. I walked up and said hello to Tod, who works for CBC Radio nationally, and who was holding the event as part of a podcast road show, and met a number of people. I met Lance of the Hip Base podcast and his wife, Dasme of the PSP Podcast, who I heard shortly after I first heard of Podcast 411. i met a lot of cool and interesting people, and was there until about 11.

There was someone there from CBC's TV side, who was talking about possibly arranging to have podcasters use real studios to do their podcasts, and there was some very interesting and knowledgeable people there. I hope a few of those who got my card there see this. It was an awesome event, and I hope it will be a launching platform to a more closely knit local podcasting community. We talked about doing a podcast about podcasting in Manitoba, and there will be soon a site all about podcasting in Winnipeg and the province of Manitoba. *raises a glass* Cheers!

While I was not able to get my old apartment cleaned, I have finally gotten my new home in something resembling order. My single solitary room is now organized and something resembling clean. Also, the internet here is now fully routed, with a wired/wireless router connecting the 2 PCs in the house to the internet. It's a fairly nice, if not overly simple router, and thankfully I have been given the ability to access it in case I ever need to route ports or anything. Now, there is only one thing left to do here. Get. The hell. Out. Already there is friction and problems, and surely those will only multiply the longer I am here. I need to be here as little as possible, for as short a duration as possible, in order to ensure I or my father don't end up in jail.