I've had a mixed time lately

On the one hand, Friday night at the pub was great fun, even if I was totally wrecked and probably said things I'll regret saying later. It went rapidly downhill from then on... can't say the club I went to suited me, way to extreme in all directions (and from what I've gathered, it was tame, at least the fetish club - I doubt metal clubs get much heavier). Saturday I was drained, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I just couldn't get into the swing of things, which is a shmae, because the auction in the Penderel's Oak was just fantastic. Sunday was a non-day. I didn't even go out. Now, to today, it's almost noon and I'm only just getting round to moving. Back to work tomorrow, thank random deity. Now there's something I thought I'd never hear myself saying.

Announcing....

I am pleased to announce the first in hopefully a long line of fiction that I will be publising under the name marrax.
Please read and, I hope, enjoy this little short story. Comments and critique are of course more than welcome.