Never Again.

Wallowing in self-pity is embarrassing, but sometimes it's worth a go. The boss had witnessed the Russian Cocaine frenzy yesterday, so I was on solid ground, considering I was in on time unlike some of the others.
So I trudged home early, and wallowed some more in the graveyard. I felt like I was 16 again, when I'd go to dark places in my grandad coat and listen to Joy Division on the Walkman. O, the melodrama!