I'm a different person... yeah, just turn the world around

I'm in Maida Vale's library. I just signed up as a member and immediatly discovered they have nice, new, fast & free internet. Weehee! The ceiling is huge, about 20 metres high. There's a wooden clock halfway up the wall, directly in front of me (the computer terminals are in the middle of the library.) Crime writing to my right, the Children's Library to my left, magazines directly ahead (below the wooden clock) and check-out counters behind me. The woman who attended me was young and balding. She had very sad eyes and an indistinct accent.

I didn't leave my apartment yesterday. By the time the Big Brother Carnival of Freaks reared its ugly head, my legs were begging to be stretched, my head was aching like a prostitute after a session with American soldiers in Iraq. You have heard what Marco said:

"Nadia Lipgloss Bitch to Win!"

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The National Gallery is showing every saturday, at 4pm, Russian movies for free. They also told Kevin that there's no danger of lack of seats. The movie today is called "Mirrors". We might go to that.

Also, the Maida Vale library has a special promotion: if you check out 4 books, you get to borrow a DVD for free (for 3 days). They have quite a good selection of DVDs, specially foreign films. It's a shame that our DVD player is so shit and likes to skip.

Weird dream

I had a dream with arkady and erzibet last night.

I lived with Arkady in her house, but it was only a temporary set up. Her house was huge, with three big bedrooms (which had their own bathrooms), spacious corridors and a staircase that led to another bedroom on the second floor. She told me I could stay in the bedroom upstairs and she even took all of my books and categorized them. I asked her how much she payed for rent and was shocked to find out she only paid 135 pounds per week. At one point, Arkady went for a jog and Erzibet came to visit.

Erzibet's hair had been bleached to an almost white colour - it reminded me of pot noodles (lol!). I think we talked about Nadia and the operation that transexuals must undergo to have their genitals removed. Then we walked into my bedroom upstairs where I showed her all my horror novels on the shelves. They had been wrapped in plastic by Arkady and given numbers.

I know there was more to this dream - sadly, I can't remember...