Haven’t been much for sleep lately, been up for days. It doesn’t stop the world from turning, it keeps going, no matter what I do. Six thirty comes around and I get up, begrudgingly. Daily I curse that my life is a fucking waste, a pointless bore, and chore. Six fucking thirty and I have to get up. I don’t hate my job, I’ve hated ones before, but this one I hate less. One has to rate jobs and people the same, how much you hate it. If you only hate a person a little, you call them your friend. If you only hate you job a little, you are doing far fucking better than most. Just before midnight, haven’t really slept for, fuck. I really don’t know how long, maybe 40 hours? I really don’t know. I don’t get tired like most people I guess. I don’t think, or do things like most people. I drink more than most people, I think most than most people. Fucking imagine if I didn’t drink so much, how much more would I think? An awful thought. My mind hovers at technology, stays with left brain thinking. If I was to stay sober it might wane towards the right, that’d be the end of times I’m sure.

One am and its all a joke now isn’t it? Now lets go to bed.

Gone to Vegas for the weekend, later!