I lean back and feel the seething pain, a result of the Spine Cracker. I don’t feel too bad though as I know Dan bruised his coccyx today. I look around the room now, desperately searching for something to write about and then suddenly I think of something. An incident where I sprinted out of my house naked. Then I realise it was a dream.

I look to my watch to check the time but the screen is blank, the battery must have gone. I go to look at my phone, but the screen is blank on that also. Same thing. I look to the clock on the computer and it reads “23:04” and I get confused. I think about Pitch and Put on Wednesday when we’ll go to St. Anne’s Park. I think about printing this article to show the lads. But they’ll probably hate. I remember Dave saying that we will be at Pitch ad Putt all day, seeing as how poor at golf I am. I suddenly realize, what he said hurt me.

I am in desperate need of a drink. I wonder whether to go down stairs and get something, but then I wouldn’t be writing this. I feel like putting variation into my article and change the colour to pink. I grow board and change it back. Now I’m reading back over the article. I can’t believe how bad it is, nor the fact that I came up with it all. I feel like I have achieved nothing and begin to prepare for my next article in four months.

Peace out,

JMcG.