fuck

Today was a fucking long-ass day. I woke up at 8, got ready, ran an "errand," opened the store at 10, worked for what seemed like forever, and now I'm here. I need to zone out for a few minutes. I'm gonna go to a friend's house in a little while. I wonder how that will go.

It's fucking freezing. I'm fucking freezing.

Over Thanksgiving I read another one of Bret Easton Ellis's books, Less Than Zero. It was good, I liked it. Maybe someday I'll go into more detail. Now I'm reading another of his books, The Informers.

I miss my friends. I wonder if anyone misses me.

Something is missing. Something is empty.

My nails need filing,
and I'm still fucking freezing.
Eggnog. Rum. Hooray!

Did you notice that was a haiku? Maybe a lame one, but still. A haiku. Come on.