Ran out of gear yesterday afternoon, woke up this morning in a pool of sweat, sheets wringing, anxiety got me in a stranglehold, so much to do, so much to get done, I don't think I can handle dealing with the day ahead. The self-loathing is in full throttle and getting ready for work is a struggle, don't know if I'm hot or cold, maybe even both at the same time..... Dealer not answering his phone - PICK UP YOU CUNT!! PICK UP YOU FUCKIN' CUNT!! At least I took a normal turd, that was good, ahhhhhh.
15 mins later..... ring, ring.....PICK UP YOU CUNT!!.....ring, ring..... 'Hello..... aye, the usual '..... Thank fuck, now I can get shit done (such as life) like normal folk seem to do without the aid of a crutch. Into the car, drive, stop to get cash, drive..... WHERE ARE YOU YA PRICK?! He said 20 mins, did I miss him? Please nooooooo, I've no mobile to get in touch with him, shall I go, shall I go?!..... YAAAASSS! There he is on his bike, like a fat buddha on his magical broomstick, vrrrroooom vrooooommmm, haha come to daddy!!!! (Perhaps it's time to knock this particular pastime on the head for good now, get through Christmas, enjoy it and then say goodbye to Ms. Golden Brown, finer temptress...)
Anyway, that was my morning, how are we all?