I tried everything at least once, and if I liked I

... but the only thing that failed me, were the things that were meant to save me.

What a fucking horrible morning I'm having at work. Technically, there's not all that much to do, but the constant trivial annoyances of most of the monkeys who work here is really starting to get on me and my guy's nerves. Fucking stupid chud wank fuckheads, fuck off and learn how to fucking think.

I'm probably extra grouchy today because I'm so tired, that's what happens when you decide to keep playing Vice City till stupid o'clock in the morning. Sure is addictive, I'm enjoying it way more on PC than I did on the PS2... that's pretty much all I did last night. Keeps my mind off things.

When I'm not feeling irritable (which has pretty much just been this morning), I'm feeling quite... sad at the moment. I know exactly why. I feel like I'm living in an episode of Dawson's fucking Creek, I swear I'm having these weird poetic moments where everything goes in slow motion and you get some cheesy grunge pop soundtrack playing in the background. Stand close enough to me, and you'd probably hear it too. I'm seriously starting to doubt my ability to cope when Janette goes home. Not in the mood to get into detail with this at the moment, though.

Meech came home last night (he's been watching his parents house for a fortnight), but his Mum drove him out to the hospital shortly after to get his left arm examined... he though it might have been broken. Why? Because some stupid junky ned fucks mugged him on Sunday night when he was going home from my gig. This happened in Moodiesburn, a few streets away from his parents house. Fucksake. It doesn't seem to be broken, but it's a seriously nasty looking injury. For some reason, these things seem to happen to everyone but me... maybe I'm next.

Going to stay with Janette tonight, away from the comfort of all the cool stuff I have at home. Well, Vice City may well be as addictive as fuck, but it's no substitute for a night with my girl.

I'm going to quit smoking today. Really, I am.

Right after I go for a cigarette...