(he's doing the dishes in the kitchen)
~ Luciano Pavarotti dies.
~ Maya has another special announcement.
My day was completely wasted. I haven't done anything today. I've only hung around here and there and spent two hours in one of the rooms with T., Jag, and that new American guy, Craig, talking and listening to Jag/T.'s music.
[...]
A few hours later. At LM's place. We cooked dinner, and now I'm really full. And now I'm going to see Jhon and Patrick again and he's taking the train to go out with some friends in some town far, far away. Day got a little bit better as it went along. LM's housemate has a reasonably ugly half-nude poster of a woman on her door, but two much more interesting big calendars in the kitchen.