It's February, but I'm feeling like it's one of those "ber" months

I thought by now I'd be writing my eloquent "the Hand of God," but instead I'm doing this. Well, is this your work hand? I thought I'd just like to know. Just when I was beginning to think there was a sense of something that really made sense, you fuck it up.

Well, as George Martin aptly put it: The King eats, and the Hand takes the shit.

Well, here goes. *bumps*