Walked Boxnoggin (again) after dinner, dealt with ants in the mailbox (again), unleashed cordless weed trimmer on patio (again) and still this fucking character won’t talk.

If he makes me fold laundry I will drop a story-rock on him.

He showed up before I wanted him there, made a cryptic pronouncement, and is now hanging out on a rooftop.

This character does not understand that I am the goddess of his entire universe and I WILL DELETE HIM IF NECESSARY.


…he will be useful if I have to take this alternate path to finishing the serial, though.

But dropping a rock on his head would be so SATISFYING. Or giving him a heart attack. Or just having him fall off a roof.

And I am absolutely certain some yahoo will see this thread and assume I’m talking about a flesh-and-blood person rather than a fictional character, and get his panties in a wad.

Anyway, at least the kids are fed, the mailbox is clean, the dog is tired enough to be well-behaved, and I can see the patio again.

It’s the little things.

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