Friday 12 November 1999

Stating peatious tableshed.

meta-date: Fri Nov 12 22:43:00 1999

Trains are depressing places.  I am feeling it acutely.  I hate this.  It's too hot as well.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Pretend best friend the best friend I've got.  No face.  Don't want to face up.  Learn patience you must to follow the path of light.  Yes.  I'm not good with that word.  I'm no good at anything.  I'm bad to the bone.  Evil.  Nothing to take comfort in.  I guess I will just have to sleep all weekend.  Not quite as effective as turning my mind off, but close enough to help.