Letters to the Evil Ones

Dear Evil One 1
Get on with it

Dear Evil One 2
Get over it

Dear Evil One 3
Getting off on it, huh?

Dear Evil One 4
Get this right for once

Dear Evil One 5
Oh just get lost

Not that they listen, or read this. Man, what a week I have had. I hope to catch up with chums' ljs as soon as possible, it's not that I don't care, I am merely disintegrating. I thought I had dealt with this months emotional rubbish, but my body does not agree. The head cold was bad, the sudden onset of psoriasis was unsightly, but the 'tummy trouble' in mid-show proved to be the star. It was only down to my excellent producer Sardonic Eyebrow that I avoided becoming an unexpected delight to any coprophiles passing through*. The producer hared out to a midnight shop and brought me back some immodium. I took three, was fine that night, and haven't needed, er, commode time since. That was three days ago. The good news is, I haven't eaten either, and currently subsist on a diet of water and caffeine. Stress, how I love thee.

*Yes, yes, I know.