The unfortunate incident.

Here I sit, silent. Awkward. People coughing, germs. Suffocation. I hate this. I knew I shouldn't have come out today. Like animals at a dried up watering hole the Grimm Reapers candidates claw at the baked soil, fumbling for life. All he was going to do was prescribe them antibiotics, I could have made my own and invented a diet beer in the time the pygmy at reception had acknowledged my presence. Resentment. All I'd done is fall awkwardly on a shoe horn... Who knew they could stand up unaided? Vertical. I sat on the edge of my chair, for obvious reasons, surrounded by contagious baboons. My aim for the next few hours: Escape Flu-less with my self respect in tact. Both seemed pretty unlikely due to the coordinates where the shoe horn had perpetrated. But I'm sure the free "Say yes to the test" pens would make up for it, it said take 1 but i took 3; one for the phone by the door, one for the phone by the stairs, and one to write a reminder to put the pens in the places mentioned. Its a tough life.

First things first, I have a staring contest with a baby to win. Look away you shit stinking devil spawn, look away! I will not be defeated, I will n...too late. My life, a failure. My parents knew from the moment I said my first word that my future was going to be almost certainly deficient, abortion. Perhaps the word was drummed into me during my parents countless arguments 'we should have had an abortion'. At least there was one thing they were in agreement on...(TBC)§