I cry out now, loud and fierce-like to the stuffs! As I sit here with my coca-cola and think of to-morrow that I don't wanna do!
I don't wanna get up at 8am to go to far off Chula Vista--
But oh well, I might as well.
Finally won over the affections of a cat named Lucky to-day.
And it seems to me that . . . I've rather liked being unemployed. I have tasted the divine ambrosia of sloth and I say that IT IS GOOD.
To those who say that hard work is its own reward, I say fuck you, you most ancient and primal of propaganda machines. I will not be taken in.
Actually, no one'll prolly hire me anyway so I oughtn't worry . . .
In any case, I'd better sleep now so as to be fresh as a pink bunny rabbit in a church basket for to-morrow morning.
Wish me . . . fate!
and in a flash, he had gone.