torturegarden

Wednesday morning.

A week and a half remaining of my four weeks removed from that vacuum Kodak, that I call an employer. I am so not wanting to go back and do the "responsible" real-world thing. As much as I have been bored to tears at times on my well-needed removasl, I am becoming fond of this sloth-like existance...

It has been an absolute godsend going to the pub four consecutive days and wiping myself out. I highly recommend playing chess when you're fucked; makes it very interesting...