I'm bored, it's Tuesday and I should be sleeping because I'm tired from going out and working. I'm not going out, I'm not working and I'm not sleeping. I'm going to bore ... you! Whatcha reedin' my blog for? Bored as well?

I received another bill today - they keep coming - one after the other - like flies in a dirty kitchen. I don't hate much but I hate flies. And people who steal brown jackets on a Friday night.
Last September - for the first time in my life - I saw a fly dying a natural death. Usually they are electrocuted by my low voltage tennis racket. But this one was lying on the window sill next to my desk at work. Lying on its back and moving its legs slower and slower by the hour. In the evening it ended up in my dustbin. I'm not supposed to throw flies in there. I can only use it for paper. I guess the dustbinman didn't notice the fly because I didn't hear anything back on this act of overt rebellion. I threw a fly in a paper only dustbin!

I should get back on drugs.

Bills, bills, bills.

I bought a new cell phone today. I bought it in France but according to the Carrefour guy it also works in Belgium. Just need to go and get a new SIM-card. To annoy the retarded moron that will steal it next time it has no interface in Dutch. On times like these I wish I were fluent in Chinese. But French or Italian will do. Except if it gets stolen in France of course. Bummer.

I didn't fall in love with anyone today. That's because I only saw people I've met before. No! I'm lying. The guy at the Carrefour was really nice and he touched my hand more than once while he was explaining how my extremely simple and low cost cell phone works. But no matter how much I wanted it, I didn't feel any butterflies. I must be in a bad mood.