The World of Strife

Dear and mean readers,

I am here to notify you that in accordance with my abrupt change of workplace and country, apparently. I am about to call an unexpected and unplanned hiatus for this story. It is a sad necessity, at least if I intend to keep my sanity, or at least some of it. Yeah, the thing is, even if I am kind of fat, I still need to eat, otherwise I might lean down, and then I will have to change my profile picture. Tragic indeed.

The toll this new job took on me was entirely unexpected, as it is not really a new job. More like a different institute and the same job. Yet again, it is so different in essence that it might as well be a different shit-show altogether.

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

The thing is, I am spent. Probably as badly or almost as badly as our dear heroine.

Now, I usually don't share any personal things, since I am not a showman or some reality figure, but I believe that the few of you who keep reading my story with my sometimes less-than-accommodating personality deserve some trust.

So, if I survive the next month, I will try to get back to this; until then, cheers.

Sincerely,

Yokem