Fuck

Okay, so what is there to say? Kind of a lot, as it always is. But I'm not going to say all of it. First of all, artist-wise, the three chapters I was so proud of were lost in the horrible computer-virus oblivion where the laptop just collapsed under the weight of so much porn. I have been lucky for so long, being able to download like, a gazzilion tons of virtual stimuli, and hence everything had to go straight to hell sooner or later.

So that's that.

I had a really interesting experience with puke and vodka last weekend. Without question this is going into the book in some incarnation, and someone made a film out of my touch-a-lesbian-in-a-really-gay-way-dance and posted it on youtube. Maybe I will use this as well. I have not seen this film, and I never, ever, ever will. I'll probably decompose.

Other things that are on my mind:
-exams getting closer and closer, in fact, so close breathing is getting harder. All my classes this semester are of course ridiculously hard. So fuck me, I guess.
-Reading more than usual these days. Chuch Palahniuk, Murakami. And Burgess. Liked Clocwork Orange. Need to see the film.
-Feeling guilty about not writing enough. Have to go down and do it afterwards. Finish the next part of chapter 2.
-Someone with a hidden number has been calling me a lot and I thought it was a sadist or something. Turns out it is a Freundin in Brazil.
-Lot of good music. Love Sleater-Kinney. Love Thomas Dybdahl.