A Modern Telegram

The Red Bloat paid a call yesterday afternoon, and my uterus has been spasming miserably for most of the day today. Bleagh. I feel like ass, sticky, and stinky and grungy. Between the heat and the Bloat, I have no energy. I just keep telling myself that the worst will pass in a day or two, and that my energy levels will rise as soon as I stop bleeding from the sacred cove.

To distract myself from the biological woe, I'm working on Part III of "Detail Man". It's forty-two pages long right now(oh, God, my kingdom for the ability to write a concise one-shot.). Maybe by the middle of next week...