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I'm typing this at a coffee shop down the street.
Today I woke up all sweaty and sticky, and my eyes hurt. I was sleeping under my bed, wrapped inside a huge pile of moist newspapers. No-fucking-kidding.
I think I got drunk yesterday... well, I surely feel as if I did. I vaguely remember feeling like I was in a party, playing some stupid game. I tried to drink water, but my throat hurt like hell. I just wanted to lie down and sleep.
The phone woke me up. It was Minty, asking details about my trip with Stephen. My first thought: "Who are you and who is Stephen?". Then I remembered. I need a doctor, really. I think I ate something, or drank something, that is messing with my body. I've heard food infections can do pretty much strange stuff to your head and to your behaviour, all those fungi and what-nots...
There were a lot of messages from Phil, too. He insists in seeing me "before Saturday", he says he has something to show me. Fuck him. Fuck this shit, I can't even think straight. Old Man called too, saying that if I didn't show up today, I don't have to show up anymore... EXCUSE ME???
So I'm going to work. Then I'll go see a doctor. This coffee tastes like shit. Oh, looky. The two creeps just walked in. I'm gonna go and talk to them. I'll end this stupid crank, whatever the fuck it is, today.
Today I woke up all sweaty and sticky, and my eyes hurt. I was sleeping under my bed, wrapped inside a huge pile of moist newspapers. No-fucking-kidding.
I think I got drunk yesterday... well, I surely feel as if I did. I vaguely remember feeling like I was in a party, playing some stupid game. I tried to drink water, but my throat hurt like hell. I just wanted to lie down and sleep.
The phone woke me up. It was Minty, asking details about my trip with Stephen. My first thought: "Who are you and who is Stephen?". Then I remembered. I need a doctor, really. I think I ate something, or drank something, that is messing with my body. I've heard food infections can do pretty much strange stuff to your head and to your behaviour, all those fungi and what-nots...
There were a lot of messages from Phil, too. He insists in seeing me "before Saturday", he says he has something to show me. Fuck him. Fuck this shit, I can't even think straight. Old Man called too, saying that if I didn't show up today, I don't have to show up anymore... EXCUSE ME???
So I'm going to work. Then I'll go see a doctor. This coffee tastes like shit. Oh, looky. The two creeps just walked in. I'm gonna go and talk to them. I'll end this stupid crank, whatever the fuck it is, today.