i have finally made it as an artist. that is to say, i have no job to speak of, i don't sleep and am tortured. as far as i can see, fullfill all criteria. i am so bored of myself it hurts. i have tried to spend less time with myself but it is proving difficult. the problem with yourself is, you always no what you're about to say. i know im not hungry, but im craving another egg sandwich. my wocester sauce intake has increased to a large bottle every two and a half to three weeks. i have no clean socks.