This is not a post...

I know I said I'd post again today... but I can't... no, seriously. I have 10 things to do at once, and I am doing exactly none of them at any given moment. And godamn the moments are flying by, until that moment when you can't put something off any longer. And I don't know where sleep is supposed to fit into my schedule, because I don't think I have the time for that anymore. There's a few interesting facts about sleep that I can spew out at this moment. Like, you will die sooner from not sleeping than you will from not eating. I remember reading a story about a Japanese boy, obsessed with playing his Playstation, who stayed awake a little too long. I wonder what game he was playing... certainly his parents can reap some great advertizing consolation from the makers?

I told one of my friends about my crappy housemate, and her advice was to just treat her like a crappy stained coffee table in the loungeroom that you just put up with because you need a coffee table. The thing is, I made the coffee table we have in the loungeroom, with my own two hands. I know that it is a lousy piece of blasted furniture, but it's sturdy. In fact, I like my coffee table more than I do this girl. It's a great godamn coffee table now that I come to think of it. Fan-godamn-tastic. But it doesn't pay rent. And so my reasoning is foiled. Pfft! If daddy was rich I wouldn't have a problem. And noone mention the words "sugar daddy"! ;)

William John.