Day 108: Fishing

Hadn't slept much since last night.

Think I'm having insomnia.

No appetite for food.

Friend suddenly suggested "Let's go fishing!"

And so I fished.

For hours, no fish.

As we were about to leave,
I cursed,

"I swear if I get one fish now, I'll
never **** again!"

That very instance, my fishing rod
started to move. I was stunned.
I gawked and my cigarette fell.
Friend snatched my fishing rod and
helped rail the fish in.

It was a huge one.

Now, I've got a swear that I am
to obey.

Damn.

Still can't sleep.

Sleep dammit, sleep!

-chinyew