I had a great person feel sorry for him and cover him in a beautiful jacket, Diana from http://www.grafixtogo.com/ and still he bitches. His constant neediness is driving me crazy and now, finally, he is leaving. Maybe I can go back to sleeping nights again and not getting elbowed at three a.m. with him screaming into my ear saying "you spelled 'pyschotic' wrong again, idiot." But the thing is, like most kids he appreciates nothing and hates me. Once he is leaves I doubt he will send me back a dime back for my old age, but at least he's gone.
But something happened today that has me jumping at ever sound and I'm scared and want to open my computer to Word and write something anything and I have this idea about another book that will be great this time and not half the trouble and it will be funny not dark and R rated and this time the baby will sleep nights and be a good son and we will play word games together and throw the ole' football in the yard and this will be easy to edit and it will be a masterpiece and I will be richer than Richer Rich and have hot and cold beautiful women running around my mansion after Eddie Murphy makes his great comeback with the greatest screenplay ever written and I win an Oscar and I will be famous famous I tell you famous and,, ,,.oh, wait, I'm sorry. I got carried away for a moment. Of course, that's it, no more books for me Pal, period! No more books for me! Nope~