Must be April. Or March. Or February. Or January.
Yeah, noticed that the quality of the picture is not hype.
Hum... should probably go over once more with black. Hum.
Friday, ended the Ferey book. Ann Died, Wilson died in a real gruesome way, Katy was long roasting along with Kirsty, Eva died, John died, Ann died killing I can't remember his name. Jack shot himself. Ok, let's not read tonight.
Saturday, walked 4 hours.
Sunday. Gone shopping. Bloodred shirt. Lumber jack shirt. Bootleg blue jeans. Very sexy dress (not for me). No shoes. Will have to commit my chainsaw murders barefoot.
Floor lamp and bed linen for Mano. Took the NZ map out of his room. My plan is to slash the wall with pins and string. Hum. In a decorative way.
NZ moved to the living. The world moved in my room. I know, lame attempt to reduce the heat loss for winter. I suppose now I can count the oceans to lull me to sleep.
Music.
EMF -
Unbelievable.