Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
Fuck… it’s the first time since I changed banks that a payment is rejected—and not only it costs seven euros that I already didn’t have, but I haven’t got any income planned for the next few days. Or weeks. Or decades, actually. I should close down this account and go sleep under a bridge. The weather’s so sweet right now. Or I could sell all my computer equipment, shut down all my subscriptions except TV, and spend all my time in front of it until I’m brain-dead. There may be quicker solutions, though. Such as lying down on a railway to protest against SARS, or make a website for money. But I’ve got that feeling it would be easier for me to climb the barriers around high-speed railways than to find clients.
No matter what, I need to do the former or the latter before Thursday, so I have a good reason not to spend 36 hours working on the renovation of a crappy countryside house. Gotta remember to play the lottery next Wednesday.