Nothing I draw nowadays doesn't come out in the way I'd accept. Guess I must face it finally - I'm never going to be good drawer, not even if I'd practise the rest of my life.

Darned be thee, my clumsy fingers!

Waiting eagerly to get to go home again, chat with everyone and read what's new on the sani if there's something new there.

Still about six hours of this day left and I really don't have anything that'd make even a little sense to do. Guess I could write some poetry but good poetry doesn't come out of boredom, it comes out of self-destructivness and thinking no one loves ya.

Am at the computer room at the moment but these stupid things can't go to many places on the net so I've decided that I hate them.

I miss everyone - my Finnish friends and my KTEB friends. My days would be so much better if I had MSN here.