Today I woke up with a fuck this and fuck that and fuck you and hurry the fuck up and boil, kettle. Then it was a day of too much coffee and high anxieties, my greatest achievement, unfucking a thing I fucked. So by the end of the day I was a jagged mess, bathed in adrenaline and caffeine overdose – a wild-shifty-eyed, uncomfortable in own skin, thoughts racing, grinning-way-to-big mess. Wires crossed. All lights green.
I am now sipping a shiraz aged in whisky barrels, jaw throbbing dully as it unclenches. Life is stupid.