muteent

I can't find my can opener. Fuck, I'm going to starve. Work is slowly consuming my life, leaving little time (or at least not nearly enough) for the reading and writing of books. Everyone I know is leaving the country at some point this summer, and I don't even think I can afford to leave the city for more than a day or two. I like this city, but it's been so damn dreary and oppressive lately. And now some foul disease is taking up residence in the back of my throat making my head hurt and my nose run...ugh. I need to draw or paint soon, but I need sleep more. What I really want is a beer and some lovin, but I guess I'll settle for a beer. I'm gonna read watchmen and go to bed.