I am tired and hungry. Always tired and hungry say the dark bags and fat knees.

Hm, I do not know how I feel anymore. It's apathy but not boredom. It's wired but not awake. It's repetitive but not monotonous. It's what good boys and girls strive for. A comfortable routine.

It's all about the next distractions, and the best ones, this week, are food and sleep.

I really wish it were booze, but my bank account forbids that.