Finally spring, or maybe not. Another morning, tired and sick and tired, drank too much yesterday (well, it wasn't much, but enough to make me feel sick today; and the day before Christopher showed up with a bottle of absinthe and 3 litres of red wine, and frankly, I'm not in the mood for drinking, but of course, now I'm drinking coffee and some red wine, maybe that'll wake me up a little, have to clean the house). Home alone, Petra's gone for some hours, left town this morning. So what can I do today? What seems to be a good idea? Should be nice to fuck someone, but there's noone around. Or take a lot of drugs, need stimulation, but there's no drugs in the house. Seems like there's nothing left to do than clean up the house, just have to wake up a little. Fuck, I'm bored! Have to do something, anything...

OK, some hours later. Tried to work a little, didn't work so well, cleaned up part of the kitchen, Pelleport called, will see him at Veneric soon. So now I'm going to drink some more very sexy wine and wait...and wait...and wait...

Petra donated some blood, now I can paint again; trying to get as much as I can from people I like, don't wanna use blood from people I don't like and I don't wanna cut myself, got enough scars, and I think it's time to get out of this place...