2001-07-27 I finally did something useful, ie. paid some bills. I'm running out of money faster than I can think of. My mom tells me not to worry. But I have no income so I do worry. I’m eating stuff that has rice, chicken, tomatoes, corn and lots of curry in it. It tastes better than you’d expect, and I didn’t destroy any kettles while making it. (Of which I’m proud.) I managed to find a washing line after storming through three stores but I couldn’t find an ashtray anywhere. That’s what’s wrong with this country. How am I supposed to not throw burnt cigs out of my window when I have nothing where to put them? I’ve been looking for ashtray for weeks now. Somebody send me an ashtray. Bleh. I seem to have gotten the washing machine working (of which I’m also proud). Today I drilled a few holes in the wall and put the washing line up. My dad’s drill is here, so I used it. I felt like an axe murderer, holding it in my hand. The drill is huge and looks potentially dangerous. It made me giggly. I always get giggly when I’m nervous, and sometimes other times too. There’s another festival going on in this town (third this summer) but I’m not attending. I thought I would because it’s Koneisto, which is an electronic music festival, but now I’m too lazy to spend the rest of my money there. Besides, after spending so much for meds yesterday (£100), I’ve realized that I can’t waste all of my money on something interesting. (I need to use it only on necessary things.) Instead, I’m listening to the radio, where they report about the festival. Which is about the same anyway, and besides, I wouldn’t like being there on my own. So I’m not going. Another ramble. I don't care. I'm tired and I think I'll go smoke some more. | older aion spindrift e-mail my profile diaryland.com