A day in the life of Matt, a 20 something year old man whose mental faculties are so strained that they may snap at any moment.
{Edit 2023: So old now. My gnarled fingers can barely type this note. Ah, the roadblock reset nonsense I jammed into this story way back when. You'll probably find a lot of old stories that have those reset links. I went through and took them out - sorry it took 20 years. Now with Editor's Notes!}
[EDIT: 2014: I wrote this story to test the functionality of the basic editor, way back when I first joined in 2003. So take it for what it is. My humor runs toward the dark and the black, so you may not find it as amusing as I. At the time, I had been in my late 20's, living with the most irritating person in the entire world. So, so, so irritating. This story was a way for me to sublimate my understandable urges to kill her into a socially acceptable outlet. The parts of the story which are true include her complaining that the smell of bacon and the sight of grease was the same as "boiling animal fat and toxic fumes," all the while attempting to make subtle sexual advances and holding the fact that she was my landlord over my head. The situation ended badly, but not as badly as in the story.
Enjoy.]
v 1.0 Published story, 2003.
v 2.0 Updated some things, fixed a broken link, added a bit of content, probably created discrepancies.