I hate my fucking television

The one show that I look forward to each and every week, Top Gear, has been spoiled by my fucking signal. Why the fuck does my apartment building have to be clad in aluminium? Who the fuck clads an apartment building in aluminium? Still it might improve in time for the repeat tomorrow.

Funny how your mood changes from day-to-day. Perhaps I just want to be unhappy. I'm like Morrissey without the creative genius. Why do I think about things that I know will cut me up? I'm punishing myself for some reason, fuck knows what it is though.

I've just written and re-written this paragraph several times. But everything I type just cuts me up. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'll watch Back to the Future II in a bit, that should keep me happy for a couple of hours. I watched the first one the other night, what a great trilogy.

I have some beers left, I'll drink them and then I'll smoke some weed.

So low.