Work is good. Though my boss is a pain in the ass. He’s constantly putting everyone on their toes. Sometimes I imagine I break down at work. I’m definitely sure my blood pressure is on the rise. This job is going to kill me, literally. It’s good that you’re writing again. But I still insist you get a day job to back you up. Your mum called me too. She’s worried about you. She said you’ve refused to pick her calls for days. Please get through to her. Take care.