Brainchild

The brainchild is in a bad, bad way.

Which also makes me wonder what the point was, of neglecting my otherly motherly duties to nurture something which is now so sick and brings no benefit.

Touting this thing round for adoption is more than heartbreaking. Who would want such a ruin, such a shadow of its former glory?

I simply do not have the confidence for a confidence-trick like this.

The market has fallen to pieces. I am exhausted, just exhausted with the haul of it. I am too old. I am too tired. There is no work to be had.

However. I guess my job now is to go down with the ship. Fuck.