Oh, don't worry, i'll keep you posted.

The end of my work day has finally arrived, and I can't help but wonder what travesties lie ahead. What will become of this junked out narrator? Will his nowhere music attempt ever bring him fame and fortune? Will he discover a good woman who never lets him down? And will he ever figure out how to shave without accidentaly leaving a patch under his emaciated chin?

Answers:
No
Probably not in this lifetime
Unless he gains a pound or two he's going to look like an idiot his whole life.

I leave you now to your ponderings, and a long night of drinking, cursing, smoking, and the various other tasks that await you.

Good luck, moseltov, and a happy kwanza to you my guten monsiuer.