Review

My room is a disaster.
It's not really a bother though.
Every time I dress I just pick something off the floor.
They all smell good.
Like incense and mozzie coils.
All my underwear is filthy.
All my socks are hard.
But the discomfort passes pretty quickly.
I sweat a lot.

I have a lot of books in my room.
They keep falling off the shelf.
I've read most of them but
I'll be fucked if I can find it within myself to choose one tonight.

So as it stands,
DEPECHE MODE,
the cricket score on cric-info,
this little piece of writing and
an Adorno reader sitting by my bed.
I guess it'll have to do.

Coffee first thing.
Work (7h 15mins).
Paint.