Today's seventh update is complete.
I've told many brothers before: Pighead has a compulsive need to write. If I don't write, I feel uncomfortable inside. But after fighting this hard for a whole month, I'm sick of looking at the computer, sick of writing.
Have you counted how many updates there were this month? One hundred and fifty-four. An average of five updates a day. For Pighead, who had no saved drafts, it was more than I could bear.
The updates broke Pighead's own record, and the monthly votes broke our own record!
Pighead is a full-time writer. Writing is Pighead's job. So when I say I'm tired, that's my own choice—no one forced me. When Pighead says I'm tired, I'm not begging for votes with exhaustion. I'm genuinely tired.
After pushing this far through the month, Pighead has already given it everything. To say something shamelessly, Pighead didn't let everyone down.
I'm so tired I'm talking nonsense. Just looking at the computer makes me want to throw up—not only mentally, but physically too.
Pighead doesn't even know what I need to say to make everyone cast their monthly votes for Pighead and help Pighead seize first place in the monthly vote rankings.
I hope everyone can feel how badly Pighead wants first place, and give Pighead a hand.
Every monthly vote is everyone's greatest support for Pighead!
I want to smash the computer, but I can't, because today isn't the end. Pighead still has updates to write tomorrow.
I can't smash the computer, but I really can't keep looking at the screen anymore. Physically, I feel like vomiting. So the rest is up to everyone.
As for tomorrow's updates, if Pighead can recover enough after a few hours to write, they'll still come in the early morning. The amount