I’m so angry right now I know I shouldn’t write anything at all, but at the same time a lot of people tell me they look forward to reading my blog posts. Then again a few people tell me they hate reading them, and yet they keep reading them. Some people say my work helped them through the worst times of their lives, or even saved their lives, and other people say they hate it and me. So I guess it’s all just a wild swing where you have to hope for the best. That being the case I’ll take a swing at getting you to give me money by mentioning patreon. (other services are available) All I know for sure is that death comes for us all, but that’s not nearly as bad as when death decides not to come when it should.