I've just found 10 pounds in my pocket

Yep, it seems that not everything is that bad after all...

Tomorrow is my day off and once again I'm at home drinking alone. Not home alone, Paula is upstairs watching TV and I'm down here in the kitchen drinking my Foster's, dying for a cigarette, even though I've just had one - three actually - downstairs. Government are totally banning smoking for next year. Man, that's a bitch...
My friends aren't online. I wish they were.

Things seem to be getting a little better at work. I know my routine now, I guess there won't be any complaints from the lazy-bastard, but you never know, he's unpredictable. I broke my promisse of not buying cigarettes from him. I bought another carton of Marlboros, just didn't wanna spend my money, not right now. I'm trying to save as much I can for whatever comes. Maybe a trip if Ronaldo comes in March, maybe for the rent with Adri, maybe for another course. Whatever happens I wanna have some money put away.
And I've just found 10 pounds in my jacket...
I was going to smoke but had to change jackets because it's a little cold outside for the leather jacket, which I hadn't been using for a while because weather here has been pretty mild, between 8ºC and 11ºC... So I went for the warmer jacket. To my suprise, I heard some coins sound in it and thought 'wow, coins! cool!' When I reached for the coins there was a whole big 10-pound bill in the pocket.
Being happy with a 10-pound bill... that's happening, alright.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day. The cafe was busy. It was busy until 5pm, then it went dead; of course, everybody was going home for their honeys... Before going to work I smoked a cigarette and saw everybody carrying presents, flowers, teddy bears... I felt sad. I smoked my cigarette looking at that Selfridge's across the street, looking at that Oxford St packet with people. Couples hand-in-hand. Not even Foo Fighters could make me feel better.
It's gone now.

And I've found 10 pounds in my pocket... better than nothing, I suppose.