Today like the lost last night
Last night, theater night. By invitation. Big national festival. Posh people, intelligentsia. Simultaneous translation whispered into the earpieces, from Hungarian. I had serious concentration problems because of my limited (edition) attention span and memory of a goldfish. Following Scene Two I started elaborating on my panic attack. About things I cannot really control: reports at work, money at home etc. I slept like somebody forced me. And I dreamt about the jerk. Early wake up call and I was wide-awake in my warm bed, not very motivated to proceed. But I did. To no avail. The car refused to start. At least I was on time at work to deal with a crap load of… work. Today I have felt that most of my efforts were pointless.
