Why No Fucking the last time

Here and Now: I carry out the works of passions, yet my mind thinks and my hands weave something that doesn’t quite belong. I spend first half of my day thinking about what I must think and do to endure, but it escapes me completely. My hands slip and slide over many things accomplishing nothing, and my mind follows. Its only after having burnt half a pack of cigarettes I admit, that I need a reboot. A short nap in between, and I wake up on the other side of the day. Time for beer, food, and celebration, nicely tapered to a playful sleep. A big reboot. I have lived fifty thousand lives in fifty years.