Sunday 06:31am. Sleep deprivation.

Sunday, 06:33am. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. Who cares anyway. I can't be fucking bother. Today I stopped by the shop.

List of products.
2 brushes. (1 flat and 1 round) they were in sale. Flipping cheap. -the quality is poor though-.
1 set of indian ink. £12.99 but the set is made of 6 colours, the quality in pretty good.
2 pieces of mount-board. Cheap cheap material. I cannot afford quality paper.
1. little bottle of PVA. AKA fucking colbon. (it sounds like cold-bone).

From the off license
1. Can of tuna fish.

1. Bag of slice bread (it taste like a piece of carpet but without the pattern).
1 box of eggs. (I smashed one by accident so I'm not having eggs next Saturday).
1 box of paracetamol.
1. can od 7up. (If I had my own brand I'd call it 7down, more attuned to my mood).

I watched 15 minutes of Portugal V Germany and I found out that sometimes football is much better than Valium. Portugal V Germany = I fell asleep, consequently I managed to stay up from 22:00 (roughly) up to now (6:44). Yet I have done some work.

(this post is just bollocks)
Volan.
another drawing by Ferney (that is why he is busy). "Sale Sale!!!"

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Nevermind the bollocks!

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