I have just had a bit of completely unexpected news about my financial situation, which I really thought couldn't get any worse, (always dangerous-)that has sent me into total crash and burnsville.
I don't even wanna go into it, as it's just grimly, oppressively boring.
I don't know what I'm going to do, as I'm in no position to do bloody anything.
Bye bye Belgrade, I guess. I can't even fantasise about it now.
Well, fuck it all, they'll have to just come and sieze my skanky second-hand furniture. Ya can't get blood from a turnip.
I will survive. (I hope, although at this point, I don't even know why I want to...)