It has been a while. Forgot this corner of my life. I have been busy, with what, I cannot say. It’s not like something important has kept me engaged. I am busy for nothing. Glad for another Friday. Book three in progress. The ceiling fan is working fine. The door to my room closes without making much noise. Some fucker cleaned my garden, removed all the weeds that had grown all over the pavement. Who was that fucker. I do not wish to find out. What more can I want on a Friday evening. Life is shit, but then it has always been shit. There must be some kind joy in living a shit life. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to let go of it. If you are reading this, I hope you’re alive, and I hope you’re left with a lot of madness in you. All I am left with is a little red wine. It’s not too late to drive out and buy alcohol. Not too late. Tomorrow morning might be a different beginning. Who gives a shit anymore.
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