This year has been relatively low key—just carried on with the wonderful benefits that came to me last year, carried on cutting my own hair, carried on using —–, carried on working at amazing ——. At last defeated the pox. Went to Bowie’s studio in Berlin, his flat & his cafe. Finally slept with Inna at Fifth Avenue.
Uneventful journey to work. So low in energy. Legs in particular. At some point last night I got sudden thought of Inna in 5th Avenue, and felt a wild hunger for her. Should be REALLY hungry by the time October 29 comes. Still happy not to be travelling, as I have more —– stuff to take.
Three days off to come! Four nights in Max will cost me an extra 48 euros as I thought. I will hold off, till I know what is happening at work, if anything. How amazing it would be to walk back in to Manhattan a dark cold January night in the New Year and see Adelina again; like it was last month the Monday night I arrived in Fifth Avenue and then Inna appeared and squeezed onto seat next to me to speak to man to my left, but her bottom was pressed up against my bottom, and I didn’t move and she neither. Then we went to room together. I think about those two a lot. I COULD GO TO BRUSSELS TODAY!!!!!
Christ just felt a sudden hunger for Inna. A craving to wolfishly f–k her like an animal. Well I have 3 days off Monday to Wednesday! Free hotel. Oh yes I was thinking 19th September wasn’t I.
September, and still this year has not caught fire yet. No Lucy, no Adelina, no Andrea, no Julia. Thank god I DID do something with Inna. If I can repair my finances and travel LESS, then I can enjoy them more. And the security that the storage will give me, will count for an awful lot once it is completed I think. To have nothing I need in —— except a bed and my laptop. To move everything that is mine into storage. And in doing that I will be saving money at the same time. Then when I DO finally return to Brussels, Vienna etc I can go deeper, with deep security, and a bigger pot of money.