Came back home this afternoon tired like never before. Even a fucked up hare’s guts by a hungry wolves pack, look a hundred times nicer than my
face, obviously. Had a warm shower to wake my body up, but even warm drops
worked against my alien nature. Not to
mention I almost mixed up the toothpaste with the Armani shower gel made in the
Greatest Kingdom of Uzbekistan!I smell so good – check me out!
I managed to get to my bed without breaking my old bones and
yes I’m lying down with the ugly smile on my face. Somewhere from the
background I can hear a French music. Hypothetically it is a French music, my
brain can’t understand the words from the strange written text in a foreign language.
Well every language seems to be so foreign to me now.
Can’t even finish the column. No petrol in the tank. My mind
that it used to be like a new Mercedes, has turned into a Nissan Micra without
MOT!
Goodnight all
