Léthargie!!! Rain is falling, no coffee, don't know what to do, Bachofner called and wanted to meet me at a caf'e downtown, but fuck, rain, and my coat is at Pelleport's place, forgot it there a few nights ago, and nothing happens, so tired, could sleep for an eternity, life sucks, and I haven't heard anything from or about Boel since her accident. Well, have done some art with her blood. Fuck, no, I don't wanna go out! No money, no future, just rain (which goes with my melancholy), and - fuck - no coffee. It's monday, waiting for Tommy to call since a week, don't know if I shall go to a party in Oslo this weekend, can't afford the flight or bus or whatever. Can't afford anything right now. Now Petra woke up...