Sick.
Turns out that I get paid next friday. Oh well. That'll be a huge cheque.
Standing on the slab, on the top of the structure at work, 21 stories today, I am sometimes granted a biblically gorgeous sky with a shining font of sunlight like the gleaming mote on awareness glowing out of it's own rainbow eye. Of course, I'm standing in a worksite filled with mexican construction workers and I can't actually say anything about it.
Feel sick today. Will probably go and work again on saturday. Maybe not.
Bought ciggarettes.
Whoops, down we go again. fuck
signing off.
Standing on the slab, on the top of the structure at work, 21 stories today, I am sometimes granted a biblically gorgeous sky with a shining font of sunlight like the gleaming mote on awareness glowing out of it's own rainbow eye. Of course, I'm standing in a worksite filled with mexican construction workers and I can't actually say anything about it.
Feel sick today. Will probably go and work again on saturday. Maybe not.
Bought ciggarettes.
Whoops, down we go again. fuck
signing off.