Thursday, 11 June 2015

DAY FOUR

Me, falling through time. Obvs.
HOW HAS THIS HAPPENED!?

How the FRIPPLE FRAPPLE has it got to day freaking bleeping FOUR!

This is YOUR fault!

Constantly demanding my attention like… like an incontinent dog!

This is FOUR DAYS WASTED!

Four days of my quest to complete my play! GONE!

I’ve done NOTHING, nothing to further my cause!

My pages lie just as scattered, just as useless and incoherent and I am no closer to finishing, four days closer to the end of my exile. Four days closer to my own bitter death, sunken and alone, a failure, a WORM!

CURSE YOU!

CURSE YOU ALL!

Bugger.

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