when the rabbit suddenly pulled out a pocket watch

I am sick today.
Crazy couple of days.
Got home at 12am wednesday night/thursday morning, my mum slept over, I went out to the pub for a look and shit. Ended up dumping a tab and a half, post pub at 3.30am. Went from hamilton to shortland and back to mayfield with a close friend of mine, Stop/Start. Tore up my throat with marlboro reds. Had an amazing time. Slept or was in a tunnel for about an hour, I dont really know which. Get to my house and the edges of my sight were still being licked by lsd. Got eviction letter from real estate at 10.30. Started work at 11am. Started freaking out. Was a mess at work. Get home and everythings ok again. Marijuana. Slept. Coughed. Sniffled. Sore throat. Slept. Worked. Slept. Everythings going to be fine.
Going to quit the service station.
Soon.
Sick of travelling.
Newcastle is my home.