Just in now from a long, long shift, the kind of shift we in the trade like to call a piece of goddamned shit, and my feet are throbbing and my hamstrings are tight and I feel like my day off tomorrow is going to be utterly wasted, yet again, just recovering from work. Really down about this crap at the moment.
Yeah, I've got nothing tonight. Nothing doing. My brain is frayed. It's frazzled. It's taut, stretched, strained, torn.
Ahh, to hell with it. 2:30am and I'm wrecked. I'm not staying up trying to find something to write. I don't have anything to write. Fuck it.
I'll try to sleep. See what tomorrow brings.
See ya.
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