It's dark out now. Sitting at home doin' nothing, drinking a beer, gonna take a pill so I can sleep, just have to wait a few hours more. One week has passed. Life's so strange, and too short. Well, it feels good to be alone, except for that fact that I could need some company to comfort me. Maybe should call someone, or maybe not, and my back hurts. Anyway, feel a whole lot better than this morning, was hardly able to go downtown to make some errands, but I found a pill in one of my pockets, don't know where it came from. Sad to say it seems necessary to have some of that stuff sometimes, would prefere a life without it, but OK, it's my fuckin' destiny I s'pose. Sad and bored and nervous and sad and bored, this is no life, for sure...