Hmm. Suffering from the self-perception that always comes with extended alcohol use. I can clearly remember when I first looked in the mirror and noticed wrinkles around my eyes. It was in the toilet at the house in Maryston Street. I looked in the mirror here aboit ten minutes back and at the moment I could pass as a short and atrophied Lurch. I need sleep. I need about five days sleep, a shave, a haircut, a new wardrobe, a job, an education some motivation and I need all of these without expending any effort. Fuck it. When's the future supposed to be here?