fig newtons in bed
last night we went out
i can read minds.
three painters who hate not being able to smoke indoors [lazy ass motherfuckers]
two parents who flew in to help [exhausted people]
two cats, one in heat, one who loathes strangers [drops of white paint on fur]
one apartment that looks bombed [never never ever ever the fucking fuck, again]
a possible ulcer that is probably smiling inside my stomach
the painters are working in the apartment
i am going to kill myself
rats. the wallpaper man jus’ came.
to the apartment
to do the wallpaper
gaaah, i jus’ cunt have strangers up in here honAye
makes me nervous
i have to leave him up in here honAye
and go to rehearsal
timing is everything and i suck balls at it
insane amount or work.
wishing the day had 30 hours
the week had 10 days
the year 100 weeks
i seem to be almost as busy as Cheryl Merkowski,
who as you may know,
is a very, VERY busy woman.
8am friday, the cleaning lady just threw me out of bed.