London, April 3, 2009
It’s evening, and I’m going to have a night in—two days of walking around London without a plan, except getting a DVD and tea bags. Of course, I bought some presents, but overall I didn’t spend as much money as I thought I would—what a holiday.
Now I have to save and earn and then pay back my dad. It will be hard to save money because NIN is coming to Berlin, and there’s no chance I’m skipping that. I will regret it. It’s supposed to be their last tour for the next…five to six years?
I could do with some friends around. Either that or do what Jack Kerouac did. Being alone is a good way to connect with yourself. I wonder whether I’ll be able to live in London. A friend said, spend a day in central London and blow your nose. You’ll see how black your snot is.
I was hoping Terminator Salvation would be running in the cinemas. I would have gone. English TV keeps showing Friends just like the Germans can’t stop showing The Simpsons.
It’s so uncomfy sleeping in a double bed. It’s hard to make it all your own. Besides, four pillows are ridiculous.
It’s hard to fall asleep. It might be because I’m in a bed that’s not my own.
There’s nothing particular on my mind, and I’m too numb to investigate. I’m all empty as I can get. Just looking forward to next weekend. I’m sick of what I’m doing for guys. I guess I’m not happy anywhere. I’m way too shy to go to a restaurant or pub on my own. I should’ve bought those instant noodles.
