Life is great again. Well, I'm stressed as hell, not much time, too many things to do. Life's a big party, and I still have some money. Eh, wait... OK, a glass of vodka (Moskovskaya). Trying to get my new (but used) computer in order, thought it was about time to get another one (there is quite a difference between a Pentium 200MHz MMX and an Athlon XP 1700+ and I'm tired of waiting, it's frustrating). Had great sex with my anonymous friend about a week ago, I don't understand how she can know exactly how I want it, she already knew the first time we did it. And - best of all - I got an apartment! At least for one year, so I'm quite happy right now. And the gallery owner in Gothenburg invited me to come and paint and live at his place in central Gothenburg a couple of weeks, told me he had 18 bottles of whiskey, sounds good... Now Tomas called, maybe time to go downtown, just a few more shots of vodka. Yeah, that will work... And art sucks, for sure...