I didn't sleep well the night from Thursday to Friday, nor the night before. On Wednesday I had to see the occupational health officer at work. It's amazing how much the Hague sucks the life out of me.
I stayed in bed until well after noon yesterday. Then I went to eat something in Italian restaurant vis-a-vis Thirsty Garry's and then I went in.
Friday's are not my days, Thursdays are. I was feeling totally miserable yesterday. I only went to TG to have an excuse to eat something on my way and not think about the preferred way to end all the pain.
For working (wo)men, Fridays are understandibly good days, the party's starting! The work has set them free. Arbeit Macht Frei.
I hardly spoke a word, and the few that did part my lips were to the charming girl I remember from before. She Saw and tried to engage me in conversation.
I finished my second beer, had a double Jameson. A silent tear escaped my left eye. I left before the Flood came. Avec moi, la (de)luge ili tako nekako...
Petak za metak, ali municije nigdje.
Post je objavljen 09.02.2008. u 11:09 sati.