I wake to an empty sound…my house.
Decaf
Turn the computer on
Write an email
Wonder what on earth I am doing with my life
Suffer waves of grief
Immersed in emptiness
Sneeze six times because I am allergic to something in the decaf
In desperate need of a haircut
Too lazy to cut my own hair
Time is running out
I used to write songs
But I hate new music
Shut up…go to work
And so a new day begins…if you like that sort of mess.