of who even cares.

Overslept, rebate cheque didn’t clear, long-suffering friend and flatmate bailed me out, kept me in cigarettes and pizza. Finished season three of The Wire, left me with similar feeling of moral ambivalence to previous two seasons. I like how it’s never moralistic. Show, don’t tell. Etc.

Now going to bang a couple of sleeping pills and read until I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep before waking up and doing it all over again.

S’all in the game tho.