Excuse me. I seem to have lost the news.
–and the mojo. Can’t write. Must try rest.
Fuck Yoda. Everything I do is a try, including half the stuff I don’t do.
Without my teeth in, my top and bottom lips flop around like a monkey doing the Bababooey face Sal took 4 months to teach him.
They are sensetive tp the beard and moustache trim. Sharp ends.
DING. A new task is up on the board. Fine whe… oh, nevermind I give up on that already. JUst change shirts and sleep.
Loop again another day.