8 augusti 2001 Don't know what day it is, and why should I care? Have to paint, but I'm out of colours (no colours anymore). Right now I'm waiting for the end of September. There are som sick concepts in my head, my problem is how to realize them, or how to get the time to do it; frankly, I got all the time, the problem is I'm too fuckin' tired. Sun is shining, it is still summer, and I am a very tragic person for the moment, since 3 years that is, or maybe more. Have to wake up... 9 augusti 2001 Summer is dedicated to Joey Ramone. It's a good idea go buying some bottles of wine and maybe some beers - Leffe Radieuse preferably - and go down in the underground and make something...strange. Strange, not weird... 10 augusti 2001 Sorrow. Another fuckin' hangover. Drinking beer and want to go down to the studio, pretend to paint, or at least drink wine, or...whatever. 11 augusti 2001 Another hangover, HA-HA!!! 16 augusti 2001 Thunder and lightning, Kerouac should be happy, and I feel better, a little bit better that is... 17 augusti 2001 I feel better today. Adrian phoned, maybe we're going to drink and draw some quite funny comic strips next week, maybe not... 27 augusti 2001 Rain. Soon I'll be back in the studio to continue... 29 augusti 2001 Early in the morning (that is, a song recorded by Buddy Holly). I am going to the dentist, gonna be painful. Coffee and cigarettes and a cold cold heart... 30 augusti 2001 The end of august. Started to paint some nights ago, wonderful feeling, body soft because of red wine, rain poured down, the door to the studio open and the sounds of the night flowing in from the almost empty street, gonna go down there this evening and continue what I've started. Seems like an endless summer to me...