Vacuum

2004-04-01 at 12:34 a.m.

Woken up far too early by dad wanting a copy of my CV to give to someone or other. Went back to bed. Put my contacts in, read a book. Dozed. Woken up again by dad this time wanting a cover letter. Fell asleep for two hours. Went to the pub. Read a book. Came home. Talked to Shirley. Mum hacking up green gobbets again into a hankerchief. Came on the internet. Attacked some sod online who insulted my sisters.

How exciting, eh?

And next it will read: went on computer. Killed lots of people playing GTA.

I am toiling in anger at the moment, it flares up and then goes away, but always leaves a nasty taste behind. Moods are all over the place - content to depressed to angry. No equilibrium anywhere.

And the rushing whirl (or indeed whorl) of thoughts is back again, words and words and words that I cannot stop. Last night I couldn't stop them and I am tired today and I have an interview tomorrow! I am sick of this, I am bored with this, I just want to have fucking DONE!

Stick a needle in my head and tell me I'm fine....

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