So, fuck it.
I just took anti-anxiety meds.
I know I just set my alarms and the drugs are kicking in and I’ve a better chance of eating shit than getting a good nights sleep and but am now too drugged to care.
Holy shit.
Fuck it.
I had a nice restful day all told and tomorrow I shall get up and out and then the weekend is mine and I will spend it doing stupid shit that I enjoy.
And I enjoy writing, for what it’s worth.
And I enjoy a bunch of other shit too.
And isn’t it fascinating the way that the world outstrips technology in a few years and now only a few months.
Two years is considered the most people keep their phones for because why would you do anything else when the rest is round the corner, the newest latest not-so-greatest model.
Not all change is good.
New doesn’t necessarily mean better.
It means what the fuck.
New just means new.
Fuck these people and fuck this life.
I was born asleep but soon woke up.
Not true — I was born screaming.
And whilst in an incubator for the…
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