Bad morning. Started drinkin' wine some hours ago, and now it's 12 o'clock. Nick Lowe's "Little Hitler" in my head, maybe because I met Nina yesterday. Had that song on a tape when I met her many years ago. Well, there is also another girl I associate with that song. Where is fuckin' summertime? And have to paint for next exhibition, got nothing to show, don't wanna paint, maybe do some videos, or photography, but no. Haven't heard anything from Martha for over 2 weeks. Everything's so fuckin' depressing. Tommy has to call soon, would be nice to go to Cork, or whatever. Would be nice to go to Amsterdam and Liège. And it would be nice to die. Fuckin' tired, but no more pills, I'm fed up. Someone told me nothing will happen today...