23rd November 2001
It’s 3.39am. I should be asleep erasing my eye bags for tomorrow. Why do I always ruin things the way I always do? Whole week I’ve been keeping for tomorrow and I had to go fuck it up the night before. I’ve got a test shot in a few hours and I’m gonna look like an absolute buffoon. Not that I enjoy sounding like an airhead but unfortunately under mitigating circumstances such as this… air headedness is dearly required.
And to make things worse I had to in all eternity schedule things on one day. Early morning test shot, then go pierce navel, rush back up to Hartamas for a meeting with the dude that’s gonna hire me from Monday onwards. I hope to learn from the job and not disappoint the poor chap by running off halfway. Or am more likely dragged off by my parents. Maybe I should tell him I couldn’t take the job. I think I need to ring my dad tomorrow morning. Ohmigod! And to think I’ve got free tickets to Orange tonight as well!! Shit I’m screwed.
Right then I need sleep before I collapse and die.
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