How am I getting along? *He laughs rubbing his wrists.* I'm sleeping most of the day. When I'm not sleeping I'm being poked. When I'm not being poked I'm experiencing a verbal barage from whoever deems it appropriate to come with the intent of letting go all of their stress on me. Granted, I end up doing the same on them perhaps leading to the sour disposition, but don't you think it's quite alright that I'm under a little bit of stress?

How am I getting along? *He rubs the scruff of his face.* I've not had a shave in a week or more or a proper bath. I've not had sex. I might have to stay another week because of Kost's enthusiastic rear sitting right on my side out of sheer bitterness.

How am I getting along...let's see, canary. I think that'd be a pretty definite-bad. *He sighs.* And what about you, Herman? Please tell me you aren't quite so bad off.