UndoControl said:
NF: Like total shit. I seriously want to die. Or at least something sharp.
*is scared* hey, is there anything we can do for you? we don't want you to die, you know. and we don't even want you to fall on something sharp. i can only give you a silly cyber-hug, hope that helps.
nf: well, aside from the awful behavior of the hungarian forint (which makes me cry), i had a pleasant night. was out for dinner at a friend's, drank an awful lot, did not get drunk tho. tomorrow i'm on holiday, and i'm going to wake up late, go to the gym, go shopping with mates, and then go see
goblet of fire again on a very wide screen. on saturday i have a date i don't want to go on, the latest sukurov movie, and a neat punk show. i really never went out that much in this city. i'm starting to have a nice circle of local friends again - i tried and failed for a while, but now i have people i'm comfortable with. unfortunately the one i like best, a french girl, is moving back to france in the summer... but for the time being i'll hang out with her and have fun. only troubling fact of the night: one of said mates, actually the one i've been hanging out with since i came here (we work together), came to the party after being on a weeklong trip and i realized i'd really, really, really missed him this past week. there was a tinge of melancholic longing in seeing him - since i do know we have next to nothing in common and i don't like him 'that way', i am forced to acknowledge that i'm even more unbalanced emotionally than i thought. when i do want to hug and touch someone i am most definitely not infatuated with because i haven't seen him for a week, it's really bad news.
edit: speaking of being a psycho, i am just hating my idiotic imagination more and more by the minute. as i was telling rahvin a couple of weeks ago, i keep on having the most annoying flashes more and more often - for example, ten seconds ago i thought 'i need to climb the stairs to the loft where i sleep and carry a glass of water with me', and uninvited comes the image of me climbing
down the stairs with said glass of water, the glass falling from my hand and shattering on the floor, me falling from the stairs and ending up with glass all over my face. i won't be able to function normally anymore if every time i think of
anything visions of freak accidents and blood come to me instantly. fuck.