I will regret this.
I’m tired, pissed off and tired. The worst time to put my thoughts up for all the world to see. Work was bad. Home is bad. I’m half asleep writing this, not even knowing why. It’s Wednesday. Tomorrow – Thursday. The proverbial Thursday. Might be worse than today. Friday I might actually break the monotony and share a blunt with our now-retired receptionist/secretary. Saturday I will have to work. Again.
Dammit who the hell wants to read this? Audiences love happy endings, but are they willing to suffer with the author long enough to find out? Perhaps more to the point, is the author willing? No, I’m not suicidal, just trying to sound poetic (there’s a difference, you know).
Alright, that’s it for tonight. If you hated reading this, I love you for reading it. If you liked reading this, there’s probably something wrong with you. Until next time, my hopefully non-imaginary readers.
Oh, I know the heading of this post is stupid. I just don’t care enough to come up with something better.
