Strange summer it is. Now morning, drinking coffee, feeling...strange! Strange dreams, about Nina or Cici or Boel, I don't really know. Haven't met Cici yet, wonder if she's still around. And haven't seen Boel for about a week, she slept here last friday, same procedure as the week before. Last days I've been staying inside this little apartment doin' nothin', no money, trying to get some back from people, but not a chance it seems. Well, maybe there's still a chance to get some. Fuck, I can't work during these circumstances, and then there's the other problem: where to live. I'm not going back to my atelier, that's for sure. Wish someone would call me. telling me there's some cash for me. Sunny day, but the last week has been cold, rain has been fallin' and I catched a cold; next week seems to be hotter. I'm talking 'bout the weather! I'm a moron!!! Well... More coffee, another Camel; it's time to wake up and murder and create. I've been in a bad and sad mood lately, it feels like my summer has been stolen from me. If I could get some money back I maybe could be able to work, and it's time for that now, I have to finish some works before the end of this month. Have to do something, don't want another depression...