10:00
There was a hammer pounding in my head, and I am beginning to regret that I let myself drink too much.
I should get some coffee.
10:45
There was a can of light beer in the fridge. Apple flavor. Suits well with breakfast pancakes.
11:00
Who the hell invented brunch? Can't you just call it lunch, or late breakfast? And is it alright to drink beer in the morning?
Fuck it, I whispered to myself as I shoveled the pancake to my mouth.
12:00
So, I was commissioned to paint a handful of mandala art and portraits for a customer due next month. Maybe I'll start working on it.
But first, I'll buy materials to the nearby store downtown.
13:15
The city is an urbanized mess of paradise: modern buildings complimenting the seashore reflecting the sunlight, contradicting the ugliness of the roads, filled with stray garbages and beggars who came from nowhere.
It was of mixed nature, just like other people. Like me.
15:20
Some alcoholic said that writers, artists and lyricists thrive well with their craft while intoxicated. Writers can write well with their brains loosened by rhum, same with lyricists and poets.
I tried to paint with hangover and I drew like a five-year old kid. My concepts are surreal, but my hands were too lousy.
But there is progress in challenges.
17:00
Luckily, I finished some artworks for an exhibit. Not bad for an alcoholic painter.
18:05
I stalked her Instagram account. She looked so happy. From my recollection, she had never been that happy with me, but she was the only one who made me completely happy.
But now she was gone and I'm still here, waiting for here to return a part of me that I have lost.
It's unfair.
21:10
Aimless. It's nice to walk without a particular direction in mind. Just to meditate, or think things over.
I'm thinking about the possibilities and of the alternate timelines, where we don't have to break things over.
Then I passed by a bar.
23:11
Fuck this shit.
24:00
I needed her, I told myself.
She's not coming back, someone else had said.
She will, I said. If I drink one more time and call her, she will be concerned, then she'll come here.
1:00
She didn't.
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Day 2
10:00
There was a hammer pounding in my head, and I am beginning to regret that I let myself drink too much. (2)
