October 7th

I watched water drip for three hours. It felt like a couple minutes. I fucking watched the faucet drip for three fucking hours. Drip. Drip. Drip. I don’t even see Phil anymore. Drip. Drip. Drip. I think he still lives here. Not sure really. Fucking water. Kept dripping. Just a couple more hours and this assignment is complete. Then what though? Another assignment? Drip. I can’t keep doing this. I need a fucking break! I need more coffee. Drip. Need to fix that faucet. Water just keeps dripping. Never stops. I just want to take a fucking hammer to it. Drip. Smash it. Drip. Silence it forever. Drip. No more water. No more drip. Control. More control. Drip.