I thought reading Bukowski’s “Women” would help put me to sleep tonight, but it just got me thinking about women and got me thinking about playing with my dink. I was too lazy to tug one out and I didn’t have any new porn, so I light a cigarette and had another glass 17rmb “Chilean” wine and watched another part of a really bad romantic comedy “500 Days of Summer”. Now I’m watching the movie and my hands smell like a Chinese taxi driver – the smell of the cheapest cigarettes money can buy, the smell of “Double Happiness” cigarettes, the ones that don’t actually come in a “pack”, rather a paper wrapping and once you open the wrapping, the pack is open for good and a ziplock bag will do a better job. I really need a better sleeping schedule. Taking that melatonin at a regular before-midnight time is supposed to work well – Ray Kurzveil takes one every night, he can’t be wrong, right? This movie is having the reverse effect on my dink and I want to take a dump on the douchey main character. Maybe I do have some new porn somewhere. Until next time.