Man, was I drunk last night, or what?

I haven't felt that bad in years. And, this morning!

I quit over-indulging for what happened this morning. I was sick. My stomach had a hole in it that still hasn't completely healed.

Anyway, that didn't stop me from getting Chapter 5 of The Pastel Cowboy posted on eFiction. I was hesitant in posting this chapter because it delves into a rather despicable area, but when I originally wrote this for Nifty I needed to get rid of a couple characters and what better than to get them involved in something despicable.

And, I've launched Tim and the Corsair on eFiction.

This is a fun story with lots and lots of sex. Semen is all over the place. But it also has a wonderful character, Geoff Johnson, loser. I've come across a lot of Geoff's in my time here on Earth, all of them weren't as bad as my Geoff, but he is the compliation of many of them. Basically, Geoff has the self-esteem of a doormat. Walk on him, he'll love you. His best friend practically raped him and still Geoff likes the kid.

What I am thinking of is changing the ending from what it was on Nifty. I wish I could tell you what I have in mind, but that would spoil everything and we don't want that, do we?

Finally, I want to thank Bondwriter and Sharon for volunteering to do the editing on this story. It's always good to have a couple extra eyes looking at your stuff. It's amazing what slips through because your mind simply fills in the missing bits as if they are actually there.

Well, I've got to get to bed. Busy day tomorrow, no wait, it's already today. You know, when you work from 17:30 to 04:00 days sort of go all soft and wiggly. You start one day and end the next. You get home at breakfast time to have dinner, but I have breakfast. The only thing I've changed is my pills. My morning pills are taken before I go to work, followed at appropriate intervals by the midday pill and evening pills. Got to keep my sanity up.