i went thru hell this week

(of course, some smart alecky shit will say, "you've been to hell meh?")

but in anycase, what i went thru seemed to mirror the images of hell in my head - total desperation,

besides working my socks off (i'm certain the definition for "underpaid circus monkey" in any dict would be norman now),

i've had to content with the bloody bug in my system - nothing too terrible, except when it's 5 pm and the head's throbbing (which head? i hear my monkey friends ask) and everyone seems to be asking me for my stories at the same time, i feel like expunging all the 12 panadols i had in my tummy into their tunnel nostrils,

couple that with inconsiderate comments of some who thought their unwitty jokes were splendidly funny - i'm inclined to reiterate them here, it's just that i'm such a gentleman these days :P

on the bright side, and i don't really know how i did it, i inserted several personalised shit into my story, encouraged by a talk given by a senior writer a couple of months back, he told me that if i've the balls to include certain words regularly, and if those words catch on, i'll be rich and famous - of course i added the rich part, and the famous part as well,

but anyway, i'm glad that for the first time ever, the word "lerp" appeared, i'm lobbying for kiwek, upset, and very gewwd next  ¶ 8:52 pm