You worry me, Camerson. I go away for four days and when I came back, this was waiting for me. Lurking in my inbox. And so I went to the Australian Open and when I came back from THAT, I was like, "Hmm, maybe I should read C's new post." And so I did. And now I'm like, what the hell?

Is this one of those it's-so-deep-I'm-drowning-in-the-meaning poems, or is it literally about masturbation? Because I found a masturbating kangaroo on the weekend, so it's a bit of a touchy (HAH!) topic for me at the mo.

God, I need to sleep. And write that novel. I might just go and do that now.