I was planning on having a night of abstinence but it's not worked out.

So Cheers.

Every time I settle down I get a nagging pulse in my brain about the bastard vampires and how troublesome they've become. It's like trying to relax with a wasp swarm buzzing around your eye line.

Because the living dead simply can't go on like this. It just won't do. They're expiring through lack of beans and unless everyone pulls their tripe out to sustain them, they will disappear from the earth.

I tire of their insolent weeping and wailing; the way they expect everyone to understand and feel sorry for their dire predicament. The first principle of corporate capitalism is that it extracts the maximum profit from other people's labour at the minimum cost. It's one thing to be aware of that. Quite another to have your face pushed in it every day so it becomes a rage-inducing piss take.

Fat greedy bastards sitting on their fat lazy arses doing fuck all apart from whining on and on and on in an impotent frenzy.

So naturally, the vodka is poured, the cigs are lit and I worry just that little bit less with each passing glass. It acts as a crucifix to their kind.

I'll hate myself in the morning.

But I hate everything in the morning anyway.

Bottoms up.