Dear Damned Diary.

Dear Stupid Diary.

In the space of four hours, I managed the following:

  1. Hurt my back so that it feels like my spine and my rib cage are at war. Breathing is excruciating. How? I have no idea.
  2. Lose my cell phone. The third one this year. The only bright side of that – is that whoever picked up and decided to keep it instead of find the owner – will have turned it off – but the 8am, 9am, 4pm and 8pm alarms I have set will still go off. And they cant disable it – meaning they will have to destroy the phone to make it stop.
  3. Lost two full boxes of cigarettes. I am in the habit of resting them on the hoods of peoples cars when I stand outside and smoke. I am also in habit of forgetting them there – and when the car drives away, so do my smokes.
  4. Walked into a punching bag. Its bright red and yellow. Apparently my blind spot is everything in front of me.
  5. Sort circuited the entire training room. I don’t know how. Something to do with the water I spilled in the air con unit.

I really hate the office. Three floors of war zone.

4 thoughts on “Dear Damned Diary.

  1. A comedy of errors 🙂 From what I’ve read, you’ve lived a very interesting life, some bad, some good. Whichever it is, spill it here for your friends. We’ll laugh at the good stuff, and lament with you about the bad stuff. Keep blogging!

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    1. On some days it feels like I should just stay in bed. Going to the office is always eventful… my brain doesn’t like it (you will know what that means) – so … its a fuck up from the beginning. Thank you again for your ever kind words. About my writing.


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