you're welcome. sic vita. will i sell a story entitled "Sh*thouse"
in 2013? Pure profit, that. Confuseus say: "ha-ppiness is to lay
defeat upon thin women at beach volleyball". I will develop my own
absurd metrics to quantify my bliss sometime this year. I'll take an
overview of my soul, instead of an analysis of my emotions, and, if
I'm honest about the thing, I expect to be surprised. Sometimes it
feels like, like, I have a twisted version of the Avengers in my
head... Until then, in the words of Chester Burnett: "if anybody else
comes, tell em I'm going to bed."