Dear Diary,
I feel devoid of energy, spent, sore, I'm seeing things through sleep deprivation, racing to get back to the dog-sitting house to feed the cats. Then I must do the chores in their pad, then do mine own house-work (years overdue). I need sleep but hath too much to do.
I just feel like lying down. The gig was called off yesterday, now I'm as poor as a church mouse. I have a few squid for food, some drink left, and even a little bit of baccy. I need rest. Man I can hardly stay awake on the bus here.
I must go,
Stay On the Flex,
Maximus.
