Concrete and Clay

The weather is dull.  Haven't felt like changing clothes in days.  Go to bed when my body no longer works right, wake up when it starts to twitch.  I've been without my livelihood for 3 weeks now, 3 days from my 29th.  I skip breakfast now usually, lunch too.  Guinness aroud 1, Guinness around 2.  I read "The Independent" almost daily.  An expensive habit at 70p a pop.  I'm not sure if I read it out of genuine concern, or morbid fascination.  I came to this internet cafe to write this but my voucher, the man from the Horn of Africa advises me, has expired.  It was issued on the 27 and is valid for 3 days.  Today is the 30th and I just don't understand the maths.  A good friend of mine just lost a lot of money (or rather, it was misplaced, then disposed of).  I was hoping he would buy me a Guinness later.