Night of 25th April 2010 - Partial...

... My Mum wants me to go back to working for my old company. Even though the bridges are truly burned; she wants me to go back and grovel for a reprieve. It was a sinecure and she wants me to do it again. (Her attitude reminds me of the museum lady .)

I tell her "I'd rather sweep the streets." Then I emblish: I'd rather sweep dogshit from the streets. I wake.