Have been neglecting journal. Do not have legit reason. Am much ashamed. I quit work to do a show for a month and a half, but I've fallen ill actually. I'm quite sad, but Thor and HM have been helping me manage. I do not think I have mentioned Thor before here. He is magnificent, and a dear friend, who is almost two feet taller than me (with no exaggeration, I swear the boy is 6'7 or 6'5). He also has long hair.
Jello is getting me a job as a technician at a television station. No more manual labour for this Scottie.
I have a head ache, and since I have left, Baxter has sneakily grown 7 flowers. SEVEN. I think he is pining for James, my current computer. I am ordering a new one on Sunday. Baxter is a delicate little specimen.
In other news, I am a pimp and a thief. Or a prostitute? And a thief. HM and Jello have both abandoned me. Jello to speak to RELATIVES and HM to clean his room. What is this madness? Madness?
THIS. IS. SPARTA.