Morning or rather almost 3PM, Beatrice Dalle on the TV-screen, Bing Crosby's singin' "White Christmas" just for me, Petra's cleaning up her room, Thomas will come by, drinking coffee, been awake all night, and the expected party seems to have been postponed. After wednesday last week nothing really has happened, been sitting 'round at home doin' nothing, been out of cash and food and for some hours even cigarettes, woke up yesterday with a horrible hangover (had forgot how evil hangovers can be), there was even some whisky and beer and stuff, but frankly, not much is happening around (and maybe I don't care so much about that)...and now Thomas showed up, and he has some red wine for me, OK, let's drink some red wine...