October 6th Eels - Saturday Morning

Saturday

One thing in being alone I’ve found is that you can not reach people to do what you want to do as easy as it was when were in a relationship. It sometimes was dull then too but there always was someone.

What I’d like to do this Saturday? Go downtown to check places, have some lunch, get a cup - or two with muffin – of coffee, read some book or newspaper maybe in the café, come back home, read some more, check Facebook, go out again to have a drink or two, get the third one – of course - plan whether to go to Lost & Found or some new place - have 5th beer - check my phone if someone has send me a message - have some more beer - no messages - feel that it is not wise to start sending text messages to my colleagues - after 6th beer…well - …if I’d go to Lostari - there’s this one person I do know but - feel bad after sending the text messages – what do they think? - try to convince my pall that it is a good idea to have another one in this place - have another one - wonder a moment that why I can’t be with that one that rallies daredevil inside my skull - take another one - then go home and think that nobody loves me - at home come into that decision that that’s true - check the phone again – no messages - start to think ways to end this life - walk around the apartment – put some music on that has a message - think about that asshole who takes all the fun out of this and then uses it against me later fuck you, you fucking fuck! - pass out.

I need some company.

Human touch, please.

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