11pm.
Once again I find myself at the home of another stranger staring at the walls
aimlessly. With watery eyes, aching body (the work of kickboxing), fingers stiff
as hell making it so damn hard to type anything decent, I continue torment
myself with grueling amounts of work hoping it’ll drown everything better than
alcohol does. But to be frank alcohol seemed to do the job better as I found out
last night. Nevertheless continuously necking the black labels ain`t the
solution and besides… it makes your pee smell funny.
Migraine
or hangover, whatever it is I really just want it to go away now. It`s been an
awfully long day and I still have so much to do . How am I gonna finish the work
I need to finish, I don’t know.
Diana
Ross and The Supremes are crooning in my earphones while I continue whinging
here. Earphones are definitely a poorly substitute to headphones. Whoever
invented these must`ve thought we’d sacrifice the importance of bass for a
compact output device. Ok so not everyone cares if there’s bass in their music
but I do so bugger off.
Head
continues to throb. The horrid air conditioning going on doesn’t seem to help
either. Urgh I’m going to try to finish this backbreaking task of a corporate
literature. It really is time to get better jobs.
Ok better go… I’m beginning to not make sense.
