This is a continuation of sorts. To start at the beginning, click here.
And it’s Parrish with more bad news, delivering it in his usual passive-agressive manner. What in the name of God am I supposed to do with this news? My muscles, which have begun to relax, tense up, and my neck begins to ache. Good job, P, you have achieved your goal. I am officially depressed and anxious and furious all at the same time. Good for you. The stock market is in the toilet and I am hemorrhaging money, and now I get to worry about you, too.