Weekend

As much as I'm trying to live so-called decent life, sometimes it just doesn't work out. Friday evening, I'm reading work materials at home, making sure I'm getting paid for a reason. I'm even taking notes so I'll have a clue what to comment in the meeting next week.

Saturday's totally different. I'm out of town kicking it on some balcony, sun is chopping me to pieces. It's alright, I don't mind. Having one after another, there's seemingly unlimited supply. Puffing on, puffing my life away. There's nothing to think about when a credit card and a stylishly rolled one dollar banknote appear on a table. Out of nowhere, as usually.

Flow of words is never-ending, hours are gone in a blink. Changing places, changing cities, talking too much, remembering nothing. How easy.

It's too late at night, I'm sitting at home, browsing Internet chat rooms, yakking with other owls, mechanically chewing a gum until it's... 11 am. At twelve I'm having a squash game on.

If this is my very last post, don't worry. It was fun. No regrets.