Mm, the day before yesterday I went out drinking with some college classmates. I drank too much, and mixed too many kinds of alcohol. Yesterday I lay around all day, and my brain still hurt like hell.
So after dragging myself up this afternoon, I struggled for a long time and barely managed to write one chapter! Uh, I failed to keep my update promise—that was Pighead's fault. I was just too drunk yesterday; my whole head was muddled.
This book is in its final wrap-up stage now, and it's hard to write. Pighead has some things going on at home these days—actual household matters that need handling. Dozens of packages, large and small, have been packed up at home; it's like mice moving house, with countless odds and ends waiting to be dealt with.
When Pighead writes now, apart from a computer, all the other tables, chairs, and drawers around him are spotless, clean as a whistle, as though they've been licked over by a dog's tongue.
There are quite a few troublesome matters, but Pighead has to keep working hard at writing.
Of course, this isn't an excuse for yesterday. Pighead really did drink too much—that was an unforgivable mistake. Even if I drink in the future, I can't mix my drinks, much less mix red wine, yellow wine, beer, and everything else together. That is absolutely unforgivable behavior—irresponsible toward my own body and toward the readers.
Mm, I've just finished one chapter today. There are still two more coming later, so please look forward to them.
By the way, tomorrow's update will probably be a little late. I won't be able to find a computer to write and update until the afternoon. Uh, the day after tomorrow and the day after that, things should return to normal.