Then another morning, another day, still got a fever and my stomach kills me, and I have to get some money (today). Endless nights, I sleep for an hour, then awake for an hour, strange dreams about Napoleon Bonaparte, married someone, and last night three different dreams about Boel. Trying to stay at home at nights, have to get well so I can manage stuff, leaving this apartment for Petra's, it's about time moving my things. Fuck, I need money, have to go down to the pawnshop today (and I don't want to). Very soon I will be kinda agressive, people are borrowing my things and I will never get them back it seems, wonder when someone will take the computer away from me ("You'll get it back in one week!"). Chris, caaalm dooooown!!! Good idea not having wine at home, otherwise I would drink it right now. On the other hand people are leaving useless things in my apartment, feels like soon I can hardly move in here. Life is depressing, sure it is. Well, well, well...