woke up, drank my chlorella and ate my müsli. cycled down to the weapons factory in vihmane weather and arrived typically 25 minutes late from work. i cut up some seal skins and glued them on to handles and then finished some triggers. exceptionally no one was drinking Laua Viin today. talked about Tour d'ÖÖ with a colleague, which i missed. i also noticed it's hard to meditate in a ashtray-biowaste-glassfiberdust smelling dark and musty and dirty spot.
after work i went to Mahedik for a veggie soup and a beer and a buckwheat-mushroom-sundried tomato-plate and read Baudelaire and leered at some estonian twins who we're doing their homework. somehow made me think i próbably dont have any real gallis potential... i tried writing something but couldnt come up with anything worthwhile, just some ordinary babbling
and now im in the new art museum browsing the interwebs and listening to live piano playing
there isnt really anyhthing happening here... but i dont really mind
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