I heartily encourage all-female wrestling. In fact, when I'm emperor of the world (which surely can't be too long now, the voices promised me) it will be made law for every female over the age of 18, every Saturday night. to wrestle in a bath of mud.
As for my writing, yes - it was all Sebastians work. Make you feel better ? Actually, Sebastian is a far better writer than me, it comes naturally to him while, like everything else, I have to be worked up in a rage, drugged or boozed to write anything worthwhile, but since his neurotic complaints always prevent him from posting any of his work, I assure you it's all mine...sadly.
Besides, everything I've posted is all shite, so blame him, not me. Actually, give me a title, or subject, and I'll write a 1000 word short story on it and post it in the next couple of days. But nothing to do with flowers or kittens...my sentiment doesn't reach that far. Unless you want to read about killer kittens and man-sized venus-fly traps.
As for not being here for a
day, t'was because I was at hospital (not that any of you care.
) being poked and prodded by the doctors. They seem to have been umming and aaahing for a while since my last chemo, but hurrah, I can go home and no more chemo. But no-so-hurrah - they seen 'no reason' why I can't return to work. Crap. And 'look after my physical well being'. Crap. And 'go to back to my doctors if I have any persistent infections'. Crap. Only other thing, apart completly changing my lifestyle, is to take some tablets for my lipids, which are apparently fatty globules that cling to red blood cells. Crap.
Ignore me once more.
