What will I do without the camera? Now that I got so used to it that I bring it everywhere. How much time will they keep it? How long will it take before they can repair it and send it back? What will I do? How will I survive? I could take up crocheting or gardening; I could take to smoke or bite nails more devoutly; I could start a cats circus or simply be an efficient part of society and do what grown-ups usually do with their time: bitch about bills, drive a car, be afraid constantly. I’m already into bitching and terror. This leaves the car, but who needs a license in civilized countries? This is not a civilized country, almost everybody drives a car, but I can still pretend I’m not here anymore. As a matter of fact I could pretend of pretending and just go on with what I have now.
Whatever.
But I hope the postman doesn’t end stealing the camera. I feel like biting my nails a bit after all.
Partly unrelated: there’s somebody, somebody bothering me, regarding a certain matter I can’t investigate more thoroughly. But I’m bothered just because I’m psychotic, I don’t know if it’s really that serious. It just makes me want to bite a little more.