Today is boring

everyday is boring on the job. Today i sit and listen to the pain in my body tell me to go see a doctor. i haven't had a checkup in ages. what happens now, i end up going to see a doctor and with all the unprotected sex, drugs, booze, cigars, I've put in my body over the last decade who knows what doc would find in the old bone frame. Ah man I've created a deadly half zombie in wake of living. Friday. what a day. I'll leave work, go to my apartment, think of zombies, kill brain cells, smoke my lungs, wonder how i got here, and bang, bang, bang, bang, there goes another Friday night lost to the doldrums...