Miserable

Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.
- Benjamin Franklin

I made a mistake. Through goodwill and desire to help someone in need, I have brought into my house, a guest equivalent of a calamity.

I am exhausted. Restless. Neurotic. I can't find anything as everything has been re-organised, somehow, and on top of that my flat smells like a brewery. I have big issues with alcohol. I dislike drunks and the smell they produce. However, this is the smell that greets me on daily basis in the mornings when I wake up and evenings when I get home.

Today I have to write an assignment which has to be delivered tomorrow noon, but all I can think of is sleep, as I did not even get my eight hours of uninterrupted sleep which I so desperately need.

I am getting quite desperate and there are yet another five full days to go. My birthday party is cancelled. My social and personal lives are on hold. Mr. Moon is extremely miserable too and it is quite understandable as he is even more recluse than I am.

On the other hand my evil side took great pleasure today in the fact that Ms.Cole whom I detest greatly for her stupidity has learned nothing in years of un-earned stardom. There is this picture on yahoo showing her looking absolutely ridiculous with trousers at least two inches too long and two sizes too big! What I found amazing, was that she got praised for this look. Honestly the world is ridiculous.

Still there was this another interesting article about a guy getting by without money.The most interesting for me was a comment bellow:
"Lovely ideas in theory but someone had to create the money to buy and make his caravan in the first place. He is being totally supported by the rest of society in everything he does and he does not appear to be giving much back."
I will re-quote the crucial part "someone had to create the money" this lucky soul at least deep down that MONEY IS CREATED. Thus if something is created it is fiction. So much food for thought. What we are supposed to hate most about this living without money is the fact that it relies on community and on us humans being willing to share. It very much goes against our individual first society.


We don't know the names of our neighbours. Well that is not true. I know.