There are not enough words in my vocabulary to describe how much I don’t want to go to work tonight.
Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease.
At this age, everything is changing. Day by day we don’t notice, but just look back over the past year and you will realize everything has. People you thought were going to be there forever aren’t, and people you never imagined you’d be speaking to are now some of your closest friends. Life makes little sense, and the more we grow the less sense it will make. So make the most of it now, before it all changes once again, because in the near, all of this is only going to be memories.
No one calls and after a while you feel pleased with how long it has been since the last time you thought about how long it had been since somebody called. You can’t remember when you last remembered. You must really be good at living like this. And its just as well because when the phone rings by this time, even when it’s a wrong number, a hang-up or a telemarketer, you don’t want to speak to anyone. You’re in no fit state to speak to anyone. It’s not even a matter of sobriety. Even sober, you’re in no fit state to speak to anyone. You’re out of practice. When you do have to speak to someone, you have trouble. You have to practice the words and the tone of the small talk and it always sounds stilted. You’re either too vague or too focused or too polite. The person serving you looks at you strangely and you know you’ve done it badly. You can’t do it anymore.