Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Jan 11th 2013

Dear Diary...
Nothing makes any fucking sense anymore! And it's not just the caffeine, I know that. It's not the caffeine and it's not the drinking or the occasional narcotic episode or the diet pills. What is it, diary dearest, that makes me so convinced that some shining fraction of genius lies dormant, embedded in all these layers of fat and idiocy? Such a flaming contrast of arrogance and self loathing... oh how fashionable, how bland, how mediocre. Summer's almost here and the blob remains. Best up the dose. I've an interview tomorrow. Early night, I think. Maybe a Valium, it's Sunday night after all. Rested body, rested mind. Lest we remember the rest, mind.

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