tomorrow i am going the gym.
alert the press.
still no meat has been eaten.
i have the korg drum machine running in the background, beating my head slowly to death in a nice and familiar way.
trying to book a holiday is always more stress than working...
thoughts on today:
We’d been through this already, all of us in the room, the blank desperation that comes only when you finally gave up and had to accept what has happened as a spectator and not a participant, like checking into a hotel and turning your head to find that six bus loads of Italian school children planned their retreat at the same place, same time.
