Now I know it's definitely there.
Someone, somewhere is making a decision on my future and there's not a thing I can do about it. I feel as helpless as a dog hearing his owner say, "You know what, I think I'll get him 'Done' today".
I just hope they're not in a bad mood when they do it.
Tee, (of THAT synopsis fame) had some bad news the other day. Her dung eating agent dropped her from his books. I mean what's all that about? First she's the new J.K. Rowling and now, in the sniff of an otter's nose she's practically thrown to the mercy of the literary welfare state.
I dunno, where's the justice in this world?
(There isn't any Reg, unless you're a dung rolling Politician. Lot of animal excretia in today's entry isn't there?)
Right, I'm off to bed. Nightshift does tend to take it out of me, not as young as I once was yerknow?
Sweet dreams Reg.
Have a wonderful day faceless agent who holds the key to my partial happiness in her hand.