Happy New Year … not.
January 1, 2016
It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m writing. I almost have a book for my agent to read. New York, right Tina? My roommates have been in bed for five hours now. I started writing at one and I will finish at four am. The house that I manage now is falling apart since Tom Miller doesn’t show his face at his houses. The house that I manage hasn’t had a dryer for over a week now! Laundry is piling up, making the house stink. My employees won’t take the laundry to the laundromat because they want mileage and overtime. Meanwhile my employees don’t want me to email anything about them, but when something goes wrong with my house, “Steve, email Tim.” I’m writing two books. I’m working until four am. No shower for over a week. My employees are too busy on their cell phones, talking, except Daro and my brother. I have to do managing and write! I can’t have a woman because the stupid system won’t let my employees get ready. I can’t do everything! New York, right Tom? Then get your ass over here and talk to me. I will be up at eleven. I apologize, but I didn’t create this mess. My wish is a book, an office, quiet and peace. Things must change or I will break. We are close, Tom. Please take my new job away and let me write. Thank you.