Its 03.30 & I've been on my lonesome for just over 24 hours, as Synners is away to a wedding in Poland, my lady type is in Brighton for a birthday party and my day to day kinfolk are other wise engaged or doing something i cant afford and am probably too miserable to partake in. Now 24 hours may not seem like all that long but its decades in Stig years, there's nothing i hate more than un occupied solo time, due for the most part, to the ensuing onslaught of introspective and bullshit tangents firing off at a hundred miles an hour and plaguing my head like a 3am neighbours house or car alarm that just WONT STOP FUCKING RINGING... I've rinsed Guitar Hero (but cant complete the last 2 songs on HARD setting as I'm incapable of such high speed hand/eye co-ordination so my creepers just seize up like I'm throwing gang signs) and as is the way with most things in my life if at first i don't succeed try one or two times more then think fuck it and leave it for weeks. I've watched them squeeze every last drop out of over dramatised human interest stories on "America's Got Talent", my lowest point being when i realised i was watching an adult male twirling fire batons to a backing track of Elton John's "I'm Still Standing" and even that hasn't rotted my brain enough to put a stop to the feeling of purgatory like boredom. I have no weed or alcohol to dampen the storm of unproductive shit still raging in my skull, i have no company to burden with my incessant negativity about the very things I'm forced to turn to out of pure despair. I'm OBVIOUSLY too busy to do anything productive like cleaning and I'm incapable of writing any coherent lyrics as I'm totally void of inspiration and as such trapped in a vicious cycle, in which i need to write or do something to alleviate the cancerous tedium eating me from the inside out like a fucking super bug but at the same time I'M TOO BORED TO DO SO. So instead Ive taken to writing about the problem in the vein hope that by focusing on the issue i will somehow cancel it out like a double negative. I WAS WRONG... fortunately tho after writing I WAS WRONG my phone went and after a lengthy conversation ranting about how shit my evening has been its now about time to watch some porn and sleep (assuming I'm not still clicking links in 4 hours).. now think of all the things you could have don't while you were procrastinating and reading this utter waffle. Fuck Off, Piss Off...