Diary (Day 76, 77, 78, 79, 80)

Day 76

I’m looking for online writing jobs on the internet. One job I searched requires you to write 100 short articles (300 words for every article) for 15,000 pesos. That means 150 pesos per article. They got me cheap, man. I had better forget about it.

Day 77

Everyone is still asleep and I’m listening to the radio for the early morning news. This has been a habit of mine for years. I don’t listen to the songs anymore. They are all boring, mediocre, mindless. After the Beatles, there are no more singing groups that impress me.

Day 78

I’m still thinking what to write. The events have been so ordinary that I would rather sleep the whole day. There’s nothing extraordinary maybe because right now I’m drunk. Ah, alcohol is not good for my creative brain.

Day 79

Today I remember my past enemies, dead or alive. Anyway, they keep torturing me. All I can say is: I will not kill you because I’m not a murderer. I can only murder you with words, so you must understand, if you still have brains to understtand. I’m not like you because I’m a lot better than you, morons!

Day 80

I don’t care about my neighbors. I have my own life; they have theirs. I don’t mind them lest all my beliefs be polluted and I’m afraid I would no longer be the man I want to be. It would dilute my writing too, and my lifestyle. I’m determined to be a misanthrope. It’s all so natural to me no matter what others say.