I thought I'd be going until late because I slammed a tall can of Monster on the drive home. Good feels bringing my goods back home thru the mountain valleys. Calling out the yellow road signs on the way, cant wait until I have some poor cunt in the car when I do that.
Hoping I caught an orthomyxoviridae in the supermarket 'cos my immune system needs a workout. But cant see that occuring because of all the hand cleaner I am using. The shit they have in the shops all has that slimy emolient in it which is pure AIDS to use and builds up and takes five minutes to wash off. After all this time, the fucktard system has still not adapted. Thank fuck I dont have to work behind a kludged perspex screen that wobbles, is pointless and probably acts as a aerosol concentrator for the operator. Thank fuck the bioweapon is made in china and only a danger to the slowest, laziest, sickest grubs out there.
Went for a bit of a run just before dark and found myself in the forest, The wind was making some tree creak, you know that creepy sound that seems to come from nowhere? That noise makes me feel like a NEET of my time and my place. I want to go up there again for a better look.
Good Night,White.