I am going to write one last entry about the Library of the Underworld and then, unless the evil slag comes over to my apartment and toilet papers my trees, I won't mention it again.

I sent a letter. Not a letter like the one I once contemplated sending to the search committee about the evil slag, but a letter to the Alumni Office of Brimstone University who insists on sending me long letters begging for money when they are at the absolute bottom of my donation list, right after Hitler Youth.

I wrote to the Alumni Office and asked them not to send me any more letters and I told them why.

Knowing Brimstone University like I do, more than likely nothing will come of this and believe me, that's fine. I actually don't care anymore. I've said my piece and that's all I can do. I felt a big release when I slipped the letter into the mailbox. It's over. It's really over and I can move on.

How cool is that?

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