So then the week passed, slowly. Another morning after another long night, not much is happening, but I suppose that it's better than getting into more trouble. The war is over, or at least I hope it is. No sex and drugs and Rock'n'Roll for me. Have to wake up, out of coffee (there was a little left but I drank it an hour ago). Goin' to my studio to pick up some computer-stuff. Now Pelleport showed up...

He went away, will come back soon. Have been thinking a lot about Boel the last week, about strange (but nice) things she has been saying and when she went away from here about two weeks ago and kissed me in a way she hasn't done for long. Another hang-up?! Have to stay out of trouble. Now I can watch TV again, through another computer beside my bed, it's better than lying awake watching the ceiling and playing stupid games on my cell phone. Fuck, I wanna see Boel, it must have been Sunday about 2AM that I last saw her, and I wanna drink wine, red wine, for sure...

Now drinking beer, have to go soon, seems to be nice weather, 17:31 and 43 degrees (Celsius that is) in the sun, not to hot, not too cold. Have to do some work before I go to do some more work...