Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

...mind... going...

Ugh. Terribly bored. Boring day. Nothing happening. Can barely focus. I've been playing Word Whomp for about 48 hours - I see everything in anagrams. grams. mar. mars. ram. gam. gams. rams. gas. man. ran.


I've got $6 to get me through until Friday. Smoking minimal cigarettes. Eating minimally as well.

Nobody's answering their phones. son. hone. hoe. hoes. shoe. shop. sop.

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