Lost another tooth yesterday.  Not sure how many that makes but it’s been a few.  I keep putting them under my pillow in the hopes that the Toothfairy will show up and club me to death in my sleep, but no luck so far – just the occasional rude awakening when I roll over and get jabbed by one of the little bony bastards.  Reminds me of the Princess and the Pea except it’s me and my rotten fucking teeth.  Whatever.  If that bitch with the oral fetish won’t kill me I guess I’ll just keep on wasting oxygen for a while.

Sit on the edge of the bed, bare feet on the sticky floor.  Bed smells awful.  Pillow stinks.  Sheets are greasy.  The whole room is a fucking mess.  Perfect.  We were made for each other, room.  You and me – a couple of rotten, stinking messes.

Mouth’s all gummy and nasty.  Use the tongue to do a quick inventory of missing teeth, start to count the gaps but lose track when I feel something pasted to the roof and have to start trying to capture it with tongue flicks.  How’d a fucking piece of hair get in my mouth?  Feels kinda cool though when I grab hold of it and slide it out.  Not sure why that was a pleasant sensation.  At least it wasn’t short and curly.

Rub my eyes and they’re all crusted with some kinda dried out eye gunk.  Accidentally push a sharp little piece of the shit into my eye.  Fantastic.  About a thousand rapid eye blinks later and it seems to be gone, so I rub my eyes again and it’s not gone – it was just hiding somewhere and I push it back into my fucking eye.  What the Christ.

Gotta force myself to stand ‘cos I don’t really see the point of getting up at all. Rather just lay back down on my stinky bed and stay that way all day.  Why am I getting up again?  Oh, yeah – because that’s what you’re supposed to do.  You’re supposed to get up, get dressed, go to work, come home, count your teeth and fucking do it all over again.

Bathroom’s no better than the bedroom.  Everything’s all scuzzy and dirty and got some kind of film on it – mirror’s splattered with old toothpaste, soap scum and rusty hard-water stains in the sink and in the tub, same sticky floor and, of course, the toilet’s got dried piss and shit flecks all over it.  Fucking lovely.

I sit down to add more piss to the bowl because I’m too lazy to stand.  After it stops dribbling out I just sit there, staring at nothing.

I wish that fucking bitch would kill me in my sleep.