"Dear Live Journal" #1
Another work day. It's good that it's almost the end of the week. I can't take it for long. It's good that I work only five days through the week. And some shitty week this is. My piece of shit printer doesn't work properly. I spend most of my spare time fixing it. It makes me nervous as hell. I already smoke too much but with this crap I almost finished one pack of cigarettes. So now I'm smoking and drinking coffee and I don't know what just to not to have to start working. Can't wait for Saturday. I need some rest. I just wish that the sun will come up and that I'm in the park riding my bycicle. OMG this day will be so long.