so late at night, can't sleep! i haven't drunk anything at all this week, it's a friday, why am i sober? i usually have a few bacardi and limes under my belt by now, safe in the knowledge that the mind numbing effects of the alcohol are working their usual magic and i am falling asleep. it's not as if i have much of a life here, i get up, i go to work, i come home again, i sleep i get up, i go to work, i come home again, and so on and so forth. is this the despairing life of all the working classes? where is the joy? what is it that keeps us going? some days i have a hard time seeing it.

whatever....

ff5