Did my laundry. Paid off my credit card. Went to the library. Read "The Red Sea Sharks" (a
Tintin book), an old issue of
Paris-Match, and my
e-mail. Listened to that home-made tape that has a
Rammstein track, a
Moby track, someone's metallish version of "
Blue Monday", a
Kid Loco remix,
Fat Boy Slim's mix of the intro of "Rockafeller Skank" into the Stones' "Satisfaction", "Space Club 1999" and some other stuff.
Last night I lay in bed thinking about X (name withheld) so much that I only got 3 hours sleep; and woke up early to watch the French news on TV, but was only half-awake so during it had those half-awake dreams/semi-hallucinations. Now I'm fuckin' exhausted. But maybe happier than before (except that my interest in noding has almost vanished).