Up...

Up to day two. Not even eight in the morning and I'm smoking a fucking cigarette.
Going to work at the sound of one of my favourite songs ever. I kinda doubt anyone of you readers ever listened to it (well, maybe one did) , but I like it very much especially because it starts slowly and soft as an alarm clock should, then it gets bit sad, then comes a part where I can go to the beach in my thoughts, and then heavy metal reminds me I'm stuck in this fucking city again. Pretty much fits.

And I have no clue what I´m talking about. I´m late, it's raining.

This is going to be another shitty day...