Hello.

My name is Sean. You guys are alright in my book. Except the ones with penises. They bore me. You that still post on this weak-as-fuck website that were born with a vagina are at the very least interesting as far as your posts are concerned...or brutally honest about the way your life is heading that week, which makes for some darned good reading. Kudos!

I am hammered. My typing skills are impeccable, so no drunk typing slurs to be found on my posts. In case you hadn't noticed, that is.

Kisses.

I'm getting married soon, so let's not all make derogatory comments about how I sold out and become what I said I never would be and so forth.

Joy, and etc.

And for the people I used to know...how's life? We don't speak, and probably never will. That's the way things go, innit? I imagine life for you is as dull and uneventful as it is for me, even with deaths and doldrums and the accumulation of desiderata and so forth.

Hope life is running smoothly. Kisses, once again.

For the rest of you, I wish nothing but the best.

Love,

--Sean (internet signature, and everything)

I feel as though an earthworm is burrowing through my brain. Not a headache, doesn't feel like it's some throbbing from without my skull, and it happens at regular intervals.

Felt like muck at work on Friday; botched the whole thing and simply returned home feeling ill, but not in a germ-ridden snotty sort of way....more like drained-of-soul variety fatigue. Woke up today fine, went though my day, but as it drew to a close began to feel something akin to throbbing life in my brain. Odd.

Not worried, concerned, anything....don't care. Tomorrow is my last day off before I return to Limbo, and nothing else occupies my thoughts aside from that.

I don't necessarily still want to die, but I'd certainly like to go mad and have some time away from the world.