Ah, look at that. 11 in the morning and here I am, jollily typing away. Don´t I have anything better to? No, I don´t. Isn´t that the greatest thing? It´s pissing it down again, what a lovely way to celebrate the official beginning of autumn. Thank you, weather, I really appreciate that. I caught my first cold already, no wonder after all that walking around in the rain, really, and I quite enjoy it. Apart from that on and off headache it is all very comfy and lets me slouch on the sofa all day, cuddled up in a blanket and watching telly and not feeling guilty for it. Grand. Pretty good day today. For no reason at all my life doesn´t look as bleak and hostile as it usually does. I seem to be complaining at lot lately, yes, even more than usual, and it is true: I´ve managed to make a complete mess of my life, and whichever way I look at it it won´t get any better. But, hey, it could be far far far worse. Maybe I´m just aiming too high. Is there anyone out there whose life is simply perfect? Probably not. I could make much more of my time if I started to see the good things about the situation I am in, wether I want to or not, every once in a while. Hell, I have such a lot of free time, I might just as well enjoy it. Look, it has happened again. I cut my finger and I can´t remember when or how and only just realized I was bleeding all over the place when I saw the weird red smears on my coffee cup. Mysterious.