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Fuck!

I get on my nerves. I always have something to do, but nothing to do. I know it doesn't make sense, but that's the mood I'm in today. I don't want to make sense. I've got deadlines, but I don't have deadlines. I have sex, but I don't have sex. I have money, but I don't have money. I have friends, but I don't have friends. 

Wait. I can't do that to Jan. I can't do that to him. He's not a friend, he is the FRIEND.

I have to start thinking is a less linear fashion. But then I really don't do that, do I? Are you still with me? 

So I had a BAD day at work. A fucked day. A proposal was brutally rejected. Brutally. 

Where has my head been? 

Hmm....

I can't be objective right now. Fuck objectivity. I've been swamped for nothing. Nothing! 

Fuck your shitty cell phones. Your urban marketing scheme can kiss my ass. "She's young," you're probably saying, as you step back into your $150,000 car and speed down Lake Shore Drive. 

Fuck!

"Be objective, Zaftig," Steven said.

I can't be objective right now. I can't be anything.

Fuck!


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