Today I didn't get alot done. I awoke late, made food (without running water, mind you). Cleaned and vacuumed the place. (and built a cd-rack for mom) and... that was it, really.
Then I went for a walk at 16:45 and got home about 23:30... I had the luck to hook up with a good friend and have philosofical discussions about life. The talk felt really rewarding.
Now, I sit here, staring at the numbers and deducing my chanses for when I'll be able to get a appartment.
I can't live here. It's all gone really bad. And I, really can't write about it here.
Tomorrow, read through next boring book, and go to bank. And hopefully, send a bunch of important e-mails.
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