Just another night in the studio, smoking Gauloises and drinking Treo Comp, almost out of Imovane, fuck doctors, can't get more until the end of the month; so what can I do to feel good, to get asleep? Got Nobligan, got Nozinan, got Imovane, got Remeron, got Buspar, what the fuck, I'm fuckin' made of chemicals!!! "Kids, don't do drugs!" Huh?! But I quit drinking at least, don't know if that makes me feel better, need sleep, need brain. No, frankly, this is no life; I would like to go to Amsterdam for a few days, sitting watching horror movies with M., maybe doing some art, maybe clean her apartment when she's working (and she seems to always do). She's a great inspiration, today continued on a computergenerated animation I began working on in 2000, called "Duchamp kills again"; it's quite bad, but that doesn't matter, the important thing is that I'm doing things. Next thing is to clean up the studio, no place to paint, and to do some website stuff to earn some more money...
Money would be nice, a new pair of shoes, a new place for this website, and a lotta other things...
Well, at least I got some fuckin' instant coffee in my studio now...
Maybe I should try to go to sleep, gonna work as an art teacher tomorrow and I wanna look OK, don't know how...