sunday cordon bleu left over from saturday's excesses monday awake [for the factory's sake] but tuesday lies in the same way all your teachers lied... on about 'potential' ignoring all the differentials between you and them; anyone could have lived my life better. wednesday leaves unexpectedly, pulling the rug out from under thursday's fine ideas. it's better this way, usually. it's better this way, they say. idle hands are friday's play things, stuck in the excitement of exhaustion digging around in empty pockets for the whole of last week's dreams...