15.02.2012

So far, so good-managed not to contact O. for three days, which is really something of a achievement. This actually leads me to the conclusion, that I was wrong all the way, blind, stupid, naive, you name it. If he does not feel any need to contact me, there is nothing left but do the same.
Am listening to Brendan Perry over and over again and his music doesn't make me shaken anymore. I've been feeling even sort of uplifted all day... I have shitload of things to do, and yet I haven't done anything today. Just smoothing out my new polymer clay Grim Reaper bust. Just sent an entry for a t-shirt contest, which leaves me with one more contest to take part in. I expect strong competition, but there is some serious money to be won. Better not think of it in case of failure...!
Tomorrow is...Right...What is it? Fat Thursday? Doughnut Day? I honestly don't even know where from this strange custom comes. Am not going to eat a single doughnut, even thoug aunt is going to prepare some. Lard! ! ! Yuk, yuk, yuk.
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When I use public transport it always strikes me how people look. Sometimes it is like travelling with the characters from Hieronymus Bosch's or Pieter Bruegel's paintings. I like to think of how those wrinkled, rough faces looked like when they were young. I wonder if they are as much dissapointed with this World as I am.