Notes of a Fool

Day 3

Today, I worked.  When I finished with that, it came to my attention that I had not worked enough, so I worked some more.  It's 2AM as I write this.  One day when I can rid myself of this dreadful contract on my soul, perhaps I will roam the earth and live on dirt, or writing.

My eyelids are dancing it seems, and it's making my faculties to type quite fallible, so I'll stop tonight before I get started.  Tomorrow I will write.  Yes, tomorrow, booze-less.