What happened to Sunday?
Jun. 10th, 2001 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mbarrickOK, where the hell is my life going? Quo vadis?
Here I am, early Sunday evening. I'm barely up, I'm in the middle of a bizarre contraction of a day. I'm making my morning coffee and dinner simultaneously. I couldn't manage to climb the ladder to my loft so I fell asleep on the couch with my club clothes still on. I found myself stripping off my velvet pants to take my morning shower before starting dinner. My counter is cluttered with empty glasses and empty bottles. I find myself rushing through my morning/evening routine to be ready in time to head out to the club again before I have to crawl back into my grey cubicle.
I'm pleased because there are only a few days left before I have real money in my pocket again so I can go out even more. I'm having fun. I'm killing myself. I smoke because I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something.
Here I am, early Sunday evening. I'm barely up, I'm in the middle of a bizarre contraction of a day. I'm making my morning coffee and dinner simultaneously. I couldn't manage to climb the ladder to my loft so I fell asleep on the couch with my club clothes still on. I found myself stripping off my velvet pants to take my morning shower before starting dinner. My counter is cluttered with empty glasses and empty bottles. I find myself rushing through my morning/evening routine to be ready in time to head out to the club again before I have to crawl back into my grey cubicle.
I'm pleased because there are only a few days left before I have real money in my pocket again so I can go out even more. I'm having fun. I'm killing myself. I smoke because I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something.
