What a wonderful world!!! Alone in the studio, it's fuckin' cold, nothing more to drink, just codeine pills and water, and nothing to eat, the pills I take against my depression makes me hungry, I have to quit (either taking the pills or quit eating, it doesn't matter so much). Still seems like a good idea taking my life, but I have to wait a few weeks, got so much to do, and not doing what I'm s'posed to. Who fuckin' cares anyway? Alone in the dark without vodka or even somebody to talk to, or whatever... Fuckin' hate my life...
Well, maybe I should go to sleep, reading that book I read many years ago, when Woland went to Russia, some sleeping pills, some painkillers, some bad dreams and then another morning in hell. If I don't get money soon I don't know what to do...