It is 8.45 am and I feel sick. The Honcho has completely worn me out. I am exhausted. My eyes are swollen, my hair is greasy and I look old.
I hope he doesn’t email me today. I hope he just leaves me alone. I haven’t got time for this shit any more. He is no fun, he is a misery, I don’t want to be part of his miserable, sordid arrangements. I’m completely insulted by the even worse than usual deal that he is offering me and I am starting to regard him as a disease, he is like herpes, painful and keeps coming back.
I resurrected my online dating profile. Wish me luck.