Talk of the devil. The handsome face which was more handsome thanks to a good night's sleep woke up looking perfectly fine. He was the cause of my problems and it's not like I would complain like: Hey handsome face, would you mind giving my conscious self some space so I can sleep without you in my dreams.
I would be mad to even begin that sentence.
"Good morning"
"You look horrible. Did you even sleep in a sandbox?"
"Enough about how I slept. Just a nightmare. Mmh..what is your plan today." I asked, sipping the extra bitter coffee.
"Nothing. I plan to spend the day doing what you do." Does he listen to himself speaking? I for one don't want to be near him for self-known reasons but how come he just can't just give me space.
"Whatever…" I don't plan on wasting what's left of me arguing with him in the morning. Plus it was just one week into summer vacation. I have all the time in the world to waste.
I have finally managed to get a decent living place after some time at my *job*. I live for and by my talent. The summer plan was simple.
1. Get my feeling straight
2. Work
3. Make money
For those that are wondering, work and making money are the same but different in my case where I work in receiving coding jobs that pay quite handsomely and making money where I use my talent in pulling money from illegal businesses.
I mean I am basically helping the government, right? What a patriotic citizen I am.