I'm writing this in hopes that somehow, some way, this will get back to you, though I'm not sure what you'd do with it once you had it. I'm unsure of what to do with it myself--so convoluted, so unbelievably--dammit, why can't I think?!
I know I really can't change anything that's already happened, the past, but...this is my last chance coming back here. Now that I'm out of...well, time.
Heh. Heh heh heh. Boy, that shouldn't be nearly as funny as it is right now. Heh, now. Whoowee! It just doesn't get old.
I'll stop now.