I'm tired, i want to go home, i want to sit on my bed and vegetate. I'm tired of reading about grooming products for men. I want a break... a short one. I dunno why but i'm exhausted. Feels like i hardly slept a wink last night. And i'm still angry. I thought i made up my mind to deliver all things into god's hands? WHy am i still angry? My life does suck. But i'm not sure i should hate it yet. But it sure sucks like a homo.
Every late afternoon at work, i walk downstairs to buy these fried tapioca and banana balls to eat. They're oily and crispy and a cheap diversion from the mundanity of staring at a screen all day. They bring a little color to my eyes though. I just hope ten years from now, when my arteries are properly clogged up, i'll be as forgiving.
Sleep... need sleep... need to close my eyes and dream about things that make me happy. Bikini clad babes with cleavages that put the Marianas Trench to shame... and lots of chocolate... to bathe my self in.
But all the time i'm going to be humble. Feet-washing humble. You dont get any humbler than that.
