I am extremely tired after a 14 hour journey across two states, in a supposedly comfortable non AC sleeper coach.
I still came to work.
Because I skipped it over the past 4 days.
I feel alone. I feel restless. I feel useless. I feel hungry. I feel blah! I feel intoxicated.
Because I made the excuse of a lunch break and went out to have a drink instead; yes during work hours.
And now, I am back in the office. Pretending I had lunch. I am also pretending to be busy – working.
My head feels heavy and my eyes burn even if I look at the tube light.
I feel warm all over.
I want to sleep and lie again and go home and lie on my bed.
Someone at work has a ‘Gorrilaz’ ring tone.
I just cracked my knuckles.
I miss you love.
I hate being here.
This is not me; it’s the ‘Imperial Blue’ – cheap shit!
Benson and Hedges “Special Filter” (Balls!) has been filling my lungs over the last 24 hours.
My guitar has also suffered severe endure in the travels with me.
I have no purpose of writing this.
Even as I do, I hope it becomes a work of great and famous modern fiction.
I just can’t stop lying, can I?
But I never lie to her. Never.
You crack knuckles? Here I crack my elbows! Beat that!
I am happy.
Don’t know what it means though, only heard of it in a Film.
Haven’t seen a good film in ages.
Thinking, ‘should I make one now?’
I am breathing heavily.
Someone at work has a “You fill up my senses” ring tone.
Damn, haven’t heard that song in years!
There is so much I want to do.
I love you.
Yeah, I know.
My feet tap on the floor constantly as I type this out.
My knee hurts.
I need to pee.
Be right back! (Maybe not)