Place to Crash
Boooooorrrring. Nothing going on in the hostel. Absolutely nothing.
TV
Getting worse, lost two channels, got only one left. See above.
Flat
I went to Brooklyn today for a room in a loft. Very arty part, but far away. When I arrived the girl living there (a musician) managed to lock herself out of the loft. After some asking around at fellow artists apartments we found a crazy carpenter with a drill. What he lacked in lock breaking skills he made up in enthusiasm and destructiveness. Meanwhile another guest of the loft, a friend from London, arrived from the airport and we had quite some fun watching the show. It took the drilling guy about two hours and he completely destroyed the lock and major parts of the door. After finally seeing my room (a small closet above the main room with no walls), I decided against it. Fun night anyway. Just visiting flats in this town is already crazy …
Job
of course, of course …
Life
Not much going on …