yup

Polished all day today. Dirty dirty horrible job. And mine for the forseeable future.

Got permission from the boss to kill Gary, as long as (quote) "It's in lunchhour, not company time". Boss then asked if Gary was "Being a tit". He was. I explained.

Went to friends' private view. Was inspired by fabulous basement gallery. Will make art for future show.

My head is incapable of thought now. I'm feeling nothing. Stuff goes in, does not get processed. I want some drugs.