tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17765285.post-1129194968647320222005-10-13T02:09:00.000-07:002005-10-13T02:16:08.653-07:00Tired, do I really have to pee here?I'm so tired. What happened last night? Fos sent me on a wild goose chase - yes, even in this basement - which led to the Ariotcips taking the film from my body. I was so frustrated but how is any of this new? Why do I persist in being surprised?<br /><br />Tonight - for isn't it always night here - I've finished my work at last and sent it up to Fos. He hasn't read it yet. And so I sit here, waiting. I'm so tired, but where is there to pee?<br /><br />The slaves! Where have you all been? Where is Monitress? There is some cake left on the floor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17765285-112919496864732022?l=fosvomit.blogspot.com'/></div>The Slaveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13959799324792297016noreply@blogger.com0