shared Easter lunch in the department tomorrow. I get to showcase my terrible social and culinary skills.

I feel like a pile of carrion.

oh mah lord. ah needs a break. ah is goings insane. listnin to family affair. but only in the head. alls in the head in the end only. ah.

me: late to work today. boss: early to work today. what a terrible cliche of a situation. now I got to work extra super hard

alternating between working, eating lunch & writing yet another application letter for shithead little bro. AM A FUCKIN CHAMPION YO.

fuck this shit. I'm so kind I'm even writing my brother's CV. how come nobody was kind to me like this? I had to write my own damnable CV!

I am getting so fucking pissed off at the amount of typographical errors I seem to be committing. Why is typing never a smooth process?

after a weekend of slumping around...I am emerging from a trough....I think. Time to get some work done. This will be my life.

muted.

auckland city blues.