Hi guys, I’m back. Yay! Kind of!
So at this point, with the semester concluded, I really should have my master’s degree in hand, ready to take the world by storm. I assumed there would be some epic Lion King-style dancing and singing number upon receiving the diploma, complete with a widescreen shot of my silhouette against the sun as it rises over the African savanna.
Unfortunately, my royal welcome has been stymied by a very aggravating series of events that really aren’t my fault at all, definitely. It really has nothing to do with the fact that I left my thesis defense for the very last minute, leaving absolutely no options when shit inevitably hit the fan. So let’s move on from your baseless accusations and ill-conceived lies.
Being really upset at the time, I obviously launched into a full-blown case of the fuckits lasting several weeks. Sorry, I could have written earlier, but like, fuck it, you know?
Anyway, my paper is still done, more or less, so I guess it could be worse. I’m now left to figure out how to schedule this monstrosity sometime this summer, but there’s not a lot of preparation left to do.
TL;DR, I have more time now to write. This is good for everyone, I assume. Plus, I think it’s time I come up with some sort of schedule.
I think I shouldn’t have any trouble promising at least one chapter per week, with possibly more if my ego feels unusually massive. Whatever I end up writing will be released on either Saturday or Sunday. So that means, obviously, that chapter 30 will be released sometime next weekend.
With that out of the way, I’d like to direct your attention to something amusing I noticed a few weeks ago. It seems I had a visitor one day with, um… certain discerning tastes in fiction.
I’m assuming it’s a ‘him’, as the alternative seems unlikely.
I’m thinking maybe I went a little too far on the pee jokes now, if this story comes up on the front page on that search. This is the sort of thing that leads a man to question his choices in life.
I’d like to take the opportunity to break it to whoever might be trolling this story hoping for another hit of that sweet urine-related fiction: I have no intention of feeding your addiction further. Find it somewhere else.
Oh, hell. I just used the word again. I’m moving up the search results.
Mana Tank Magus 