Hello

Here I am again. I'm totally fucked and I have a cigarette in my hand. I fee like writing a story. Detectives in my opinion are still a recurring theme. Heh. Everything seems like a mystery that I have to solve. Fuck. It's so cold that I can barely type this. It also doesn't help the fact like I am fucked. Damn, I wat Max Payne to die of liver failure from the sheer amount of painkillers he takes. Fuck man, he must be comstantly fucked. Not to mention he has to live life in a small stop motion world where everything he says is clear to the obsever.

Ouch. How can I get motion sickness from just typing at a keyboard. By the way my stomach is constricting I'd say that I am very hungry. Doesn't make sense though. I had some pasta a couple of hours ago. Still, feels like ages when you are as fucked as this. Hmmmm.

^ that is the thinking gap. The time bought so I can write crap here without you noticing. Only joking. I think I'd make a great systems analyst. Writing crap that someone higher up will buy and then force the poor suckers to try and fail to reach that ideal. Well. That's enugh from me for now. I feel really tired..... yawn.