What with all the lack of response it's pretty hard not to want to pack it all in. Perhaps there's a service for those wanting to rid themselves of the writing compulsion. Get this damnable aspirational monkey off my back. On second thoughts, no. Without that derangement I wouldn't be me, and that's not going to happen without double electroshock and a prefrontal lobotomy.
There's only one thing for it; a letter writing campaign. I'll start with this one;
Dear Santa,
For my extra special Christmas present I would like to engage the services of a really first class agent. Please. I've been ever so good.
It's worth a try.
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