Dear diary
cold coffee
clicks the brain into the right state of apathy
while some constipated customer clinches his cash
crying his creosote over the crumbs of my creative corpse
my care for their opinion ran out
when I issued the bill
and their philosophy about paying me
became a matter of opinion
sipping slowly, i sup at their emails
chewing on a match as a vague hunger crawls
and caffeine just makes the headache worse
and i convince myself that i really should drink more water… tomorrow
this isn’t rocket science, moron
please don’t lecture me about the economy and how difficult this is for you
certainly sir, you can have the PDF
when I get my fucking money
otherwise i didn’t do much today
…made another cup of coffee
…frustrated an arsehole who then paid me for my time
…watched a movie
typical weekend
Love and Kisses
Charl