Today I went through being poked and prodded. No, I'm not saying I was fucked or fornicated. I'm saying I spent a day with doctors who seemingly wanted 18 gallons of my blood to do billions of tests, so they could rule out every known disease on the face of the earth. (except Lupus, House taught us it's never Lupus)
But, Chapter 13 is in the queue.
I'm hoping to work on RR tonight, and get FTMD 14 started.
Until next time
FB
(Postscript: I still hope Fidelem mortis Imperium is not horrible latin. No one speaks it these days, but should you use it, all of a sudden, everyone's a latin expert. For example, the phrase illegitimi non carborundum. (supposedly meaning Don't Let the Bastards wear you down). I have said that to four different friends, each time someone had to poke their head in and say "You know that's not a real Latin phrase")