day 2

The next day I wake up way too late. I should be stricter on myself.
I had all these plans to go to town, but I would start with the animation. First, I seek an opportunity to get Flash CS3 talking again. No success. I throw it away and d/l Flash from Adobe's website. A cracked version is too much hassle and I do not want to. Does me little good. So it is the latest version, cs5. Already? Jeez, it's like every year they release a version, it makes no sense.
I get a terrible stiff back of the retro chair. My body can't take crappy furniture. I need a good bed, I'm so happy that I sleep on a hard surface and not some bed with springs or something.

I want to buy a ball to sit on and go to the mall. Maybe there is a sport shop that sells them. The sports shop hasn't got the ball. I would have to go nearby the airport, there is another mall. Estonians love the mall, Truely told me. Yes, people want to gain back the capitalistic crap what they think they've lost. But they will sooner or later find out that shopping isn't gain at all.
I buy myself a nice roast chicken leg, the scent haunted me. But it was also cheapo. This country is crazy that they will introduce the euro. Look at Scandinavia and follow their example. But no! Mr. the president is thinking so smart.
But my chicken was quite tasty. Would go great with chips:) Nice 'n greasy, mwhaha.
I think I just go to the airport so buy bus tickets. But then I hear that I might as well just go to the city. Well then I get the bike. So nice of Mr. Truely to borrow me his bike
But when I get there I get invited by Mr. Truely to go on the planted roof. I make the attempt, I can also ask about the sports shop, although they don't strike me the sporty types. On my way I found a decent chair and pick it up. This one doesn't torment my back so much.
And I'm back to my computer and enjoy working on my animation.
I bake some fries with my chickenleg before but have almost no oil.Because of that I use olive oil with heats up too fast. The kitchen is blue with smoke.
But it comes with good fries and after a lot of patience I am sitting with a plate of fries, chicken mayo and Malcolm in the middle to watch and crack up.

Later Mr. Truely stops by. Says I need to meet this girl Tuuli that has a thing for cycling. What a cute name. Okay, I'll meet her.
There is a concert in the building and I go also to meet the Tuuli girl. When I get there I see a couple of guys making music and the audience seems completely bored and super folded into their sofa's. This can not be right. I greet a girl in the door. They are really friendly.
I leave as quick as I came.
But Mr. Truely calls me by text messaging me back. For the Tuuli girl who likes bikes. She has such a friendly round face and makes me think of Lisette.
The musicians are okay so is the atmosphere, I drink a beer, I had not much fluid today anyway. If I'm really thirsty, I drink beer in company. Turns out not to be good, but water is determined not to be available in this bar.
Yes, it's sort of punky audience, but it doesn't matter to me. The people have nothing to expect from me and I expect nothing from them. I'm just here to superegocentricly to make my work and live as a hermit. I'm not that interested to meet much people.
Sometimes I think: Don't I have a limit in meeting new potential friends?

But I meet people anyway and yes, that same night add a girl to my facebook friends. She has dj-d some wicked tunes and preachings about Jesus, yeah! And maybe she arranges a night where I can VJ with her, she said.

I go away again, away from the Estonian friendly people. Some work to do and then my bed, I think.
But when I place the key in the lock something goes wrong. The key won't turn or anything. I fight this thing until I become desperate and call upon Jesus for help. (yes, that desperate) Happens to ME again. I can't stand all these crap things, we don't get along. It reminds me of that crappy jeep that I had got to drive in Curacao and which I totally killed in the end.
Fortunately there is another connecting door that can shut.

so now it's time to sleep. People still make music. I respect the patience of these people. The music does not bother me, except for the wailing of a rock singer while I was fighting the stuck key.

I'm afraid that Truely is going to have some experiences with me. I hope that more people have had their keys stuck.

Okay. 4 of the 32 scenes created. But it will go faster.