Dammit, dear reader, the night got away from me again. I need either a manager or an assistant. Preferably both. I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to write books and also shop for groceries and get the oil changed and all the pedestrian, time-consuming tasks that everyone else seems to be able to get done whilst still having a career. I should have factota. I suppose the upside is, in the words of Kobayashi, “One cannot be betrayed if one has no people.” But if one has no people, one ends up spending a lot of time dicking around in lines at grocery stores.
Anyway, enough of this drivel…time to drain this pen of bitter ink. And to pawn a biting phrase with tongues hot with blood. Heh. Yeah.
N.P.: “Sex Type Thing” – Stone Temple Pilots