There is nothing more painful than this. I swear. You women and your childbirth stories can kiss my ass. Once this play is done, and god only knows when that will be, I am going to … well, probably sleep. The writing of this is so slow that I have had to remove all knives and other sharp objects in order not to draw some blood just to give myself some excitement. I AM LOSING THE PLOT! Actually, that's not true. The plot is fine and the play is working, it's just line by line. Seriously. After every line I need to take a break and think about what comes next. Not good. Not good at all. Only fame and fortune and I'm talking serious stratosphere fame and fortune will ever come close to just reward.
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