later
it didn't help.
prepared more of SISV. twelve people have contributed to it up
to now. and i've been working on it for over four months now. if i got
money for all that work i do i'd be a rich man. but you only get paid for
superfluous and stupid work. when i'm standing behind the counter of the
mediothek for four hours with no customer and with nothing to do i get
paid for it. but when i'm writing a song or making sisv (which is not art
but perhaps as close as i can get to art...) i don't get paid but i
have to pay.
i know. i'm complaining too much.
rosemary is almost finished, so is blood sings. i only have to record the vocals. then i'm gonna mix the whole thing and edit it onto sisv. i'm pleased with the result. I. listened to it the other day and she started crying. i wish she was here now. i dread the next year when she'll be in dortmund half of the week.
daily routine: i don't really wake up, stumble around. computer - letters and digits and background music. In the evening I.'s coming home and i asking her: what do you think? Is it any good? I can hardly write in complete sentences. going without knowing where to go is as scary as writing not knowing what to write.
I am a man of great wisdom. I frighten myself sometimes.