Nothing much really happens; started painting, living in the darkness (that strange flower Nina gave me some weeks ago seems to like this place), finished painting of demon, now I'm painting a rat with a big knife. Merdeville bores me. Some red wine left for me, now drinking it, tired of painting, enough for today, soon sun goes down and everything's turning black. No chance to reach my e-mails, fuck, have not heard anything from Martha since weeks (more than 2 weeks since last letter). Ash is coming down to the studio with some beers it seems; then endless night again, then... Well, life's not too bad, it could be worse. Maybe more money next week, if I'm lucky that is. Making cover for my CD. Should start up photography, easy money, huh? Well, maybe not. Better do rat-paintings, rats from hell. Made some music, now I'm tired of that. Don't want to think too much, tired of thinking...

Now it seems like M.'s sent me e-mail 9-10 days ago, anxious to read, fuck internet, fuck telephones...