Runter

I awake in a pool of my own sweat, and proceed to shower. Same old, same cunting old. Step onto the 988 with a grey scale look upon life. Phase in and out of consciousness in the sticky, sticky bus journey that doesn't drag out nearly enough, before stepping into the cold, but somehow unfreshening college campus. The day hits me like a train hits a kitten. I blither between lessons, with nothing of real interest actually occurring, apart from a quick beat-box session at lunch.
Roll onto the bus home, and head out for a mediocre skate. The highlight I find was bumping into Crazy Josh and his gouf in town, where I received my first hug in many days.