aiyo; poor you with the papers; i know exactly how you feel. I remember thinking always, that, that is the ONE aspect of my job that i HATE! so my sympathies. You and i both seem to be plagued by baases these days. Our house is being completed these days (finally). so downstairs and that little verandah thingy that you have to pass through is being tiled, walls painted, kaparadufyed etc. about six or seven young men strolling about the place with six different equally annoying ring tones in their mobile phones which keep going off so often that i wonder how they find time to paint walls or lay tiles. Once in a way when i pass upstairs one of them breaks into song. Really. so annoying. And the dust is awful. anyway i sometimes shut myself in my room and try to write. Yes Jack sends me poetry sometimes. He is really nice no? Met him a couple of times, once after i read my poetry somewhere and he came and told me he loves my stuff, and of course i told him i really like his stuff, so funny. About my poem, yeah i deliberately put a break there, to kind of show the break in 'normal' expectedness kind of. And also they are 'outside' of everything. And yes, i did know

He is a paranoid schizophrenic, with homicidal

tendencies sometimes. And mostly lovely when he isnt ill.

take care and hope you have a tolerable weekend considering all you are dealing with:)
