Wednesday, 5 November

Hizzenherz:

So now it's voices is it? What next? Visions? A pattern is forming and you are too close to the problem to realize it. There can only be one place this behavior is leading and that's a quiet room with strict chemical supervision. I see you have failed to take my excellent advice regarding a visitation to a physician. No one ever listens to me, so this is nothing new. I might as well dispense my common sense and righteous solutions on the salamanders beneath the rocks of Arden Glen than give them to my fellows.

I have put out feelers regarding your visitor and the answers I have gotten back are shocking and further proof that you are not at your best. Not only do you not know Theodoric von Libelous, he does not even exist! You imagined the whole incident it would seem. My fear is that the entire imaginary universe you concocted under the pressure of final exams in our last year at Old Sidley is forcing its way to the surface of your brain. How many therapeutic sessions and jolts of kilowattage were needed to drive it underground the first time? I suppose it was only a matter of time that it returned as there are no timed warrantees on that sort of thing. In a way I suppose you're lucky to have lasted as long as you have here in this thing we have come to call reality.

I won't list specifics of your long ago delusions here but I do recall your addressing me as the "Sparkle King" during that unfortunate time. You made me a crown from cardboard and aluminium foil. I won't stand for any more of that, so get yourself mentally sound and get back to work on the BLAMMO 31. I don't care if it sings to you in fourteen languages, it must be finished by the millennium!

Be sane or be gone!

Stu D. Baker