Such a crappy week, woke up yesterday ready to tackle the world. Ready to trot the globe and then ahh well some people are just geniuses. So as you read this my heart has bled with no tears shed.

You see the office has an air conditioner with one setting, make them two; very cold and extremely hot. There are no in-betweens. Since the heatwave has given itself unscrupulous weather power- the first setting is very much cherished. No complaints there.

I am strolling around thinking about things important and imperfect. About art and life. My sweetheart and what she might be doing. You know mos. Random doodles of the mind that invariably lead to thoughts about you. Then you chuckle here and there just to tickle the soul because you can.

So I open the fridge and there's my drink. I'm happy. It has been sitting there from Thursday last week so you can imagine those crispy bubbles and the tingle that that carbonated water will leave as it saunters in a gallop down mine throat. That tantalizing thought of that refreshing feeling of fake apple juice dressed as an energy drink vibing in my mouth.

The office is cold so i decide let me take a walk in the heatwave so that i have a real excuse of drinking it. Great bloody plan. I remember toying with myself. Should i drink it. No maybe later. Drink it now. No don't be greedy. Take a walk. Thats what I did. The walk I took.

It was there for the whole weekend. I take the stupid walk, go have a smoke. Light conversation here and there. I come back.

Open the fridge. My Play is gone, my cold caffeine fix gone. Just like that. Sullied my mood.

Mxwiim. Thats all i've gots to say to the culprit.