Fuckin' morning, feverish, tired, no money, hope to get some today (in one way or the other), too many things to do, to many problems (too many dreams); Pony called, had vodka and red wine at home; don't know if I'm able to drink anything, or if I'm in the mood for that, too many hangovers lately, and the apartment looks like hell, and now waiting for another call, and me so tired...
And then another call and now I'm not certain of anything. Anyway, think it's time to leave, got plenty of things to do...
Now Petra called. Fuck, I don't know anything today! Life's a bitch for sure. Need money, now! Haven't paid the rent for the apartment yet (but at least I paid for the studio), and this month I will move two blocks closer to the bar where almost all people I know in this town seems to go... Well, decided to go to Pony and drink some vodka, not too much, never too much vodka, no ! Woaw, I've seen better days...