Have a Fun! - Late-night writer-addict.

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Copyright (c) 2000 Valery Yunolainen (V_Mantis@dr.com)

    Late night writer-addict

It's time to go and get high. Now I'll go and pour myself some kefir, what?
If I don’t have to run around then, I’ll go to a pot of hashish and sit down to write. What
grows, then grows.  [unspecified amount of time passes] Sigh
relief, doused my keyboard!  There was such a rush, don’t go
swim.  I went to the front door to score a joint (o/e?) so that
the parents did not suspect a trick.  But scoring is not the point
momentary.  While I was scoring, everything was fine, but when I smoked,
started to get scared. Like, I’ve already been stuck in the front door for two hours, and my parents
They don’t sleep, and they go through the entire topic. And everything was made worse by the fact that I live
on the third floor. There is no elevator. And I foolishly went to the first floor, and
All the mysterious sounds from above seemed to me. How I made my way
through the dark apartment, it’s generally embarrassing to tell. Heart in
the heel was leaving.  However, at that same second it hit the back of the head, yes
so that my hair stood on end.  And when he entered the room,and
it became easy.  Now I feel completely better, just the enthusiasm to write
disappeared with a heavy last breath. I'm sitting like a sheep, looking
to the screen. Suitable condition for porn pictures slide watch -
and it doesn’t strain the mind, and it’s pleasing to the eye. And then put the letters together
necessary. I guess I’ll go and have a look, otherwise my thoughts are going in the wrong place. [passed
indefinite time] Yes.  I doused the keyboard... But still
cool, although you have to scrub it off.   I love it in the evening
look at porn pictures. My eyes are still stupid
They express how they look painfully satisfied. Now it's time
write, in a fighting mood.  But I’m eager to drink, and I’m into kefir.
in the heat of lack of hashish in the body, I still forgot from the kitchen
ram.  I'll have to go get some kefir. [passed unspecified
time] I poured kefir.  I drank on the way. Few. And so three times. A
then I sobered up completely - what if my parents don’t sleep? And they listen
What am I doing?  I went, opened the refrigerator, the package was pitiful
I poured a portion of kefir into a cup and closed the refrigerator. Moved away from
refrigerator is three meters deep, look! And the mug is empty. I've already had a drink. And
still hunting.  And again I go to the refrigerator... In general, I’m sitting sober
like glass, your fingers are already hitting the buttons. Just shaking
slightly.  You can continue writing. There's just no plot. And if not
plot, then it's time to go and get high. Now I'll go and pour myself a drink
kefir, so that laterrun, I'll go smoke hashish and sit down
write. What grows will grow.