I have locked myself in my room. Staving off all human contact. Sure, there are good people out there, great people, but my luck lately, has been shot. All I have to look forward to is a swig of water and the four pills I take at night, which makes my brain feel like a seasick sailor marooned on an inflatable doughnut.
Today was going to be another one of those days, where I while away the hours see-sawing between a state of slumber and self-loathing, until Johan Cruyff kicked the bucket.
For fuck’s sake. Not him. I’ll have to write about him – he was one of us!
