I'm feelin' like the smuggest cello player on the sinking ship's band, these days, tbh. Nobody cared what I had to say around this time last year, and they sure as hell don't *now*. All I care to do any more is play my tune, be merry, and try to live right by God— which means, I'll probably be killed for being a Christian sooner-or-later; might as well enjoy what time I have left.