Day two on medication. Nothing to report. I was a little nauseous in the morning, but less so than yesterday.

Doctor Michael said that there were virtually no side effects to this medication anymore. I looked at the "instructions" that came with the pills and they did list quite a lot of side effects. But I guess it's just very few people who get them. Or just get them very mildly. Anyway, one of the possible side effects was "strange dreams". I wouldn't mind getting that one. I love dreams. Dreams, nightmares. All of it. If I could pick a side effect of choice, that would be it.

Otherwise not much going on. Got lemonade at work again. There was a small line in front of the bar so I took up waiting position. But then I saw one of the guys behind the bar waving an empty glass at me. With a "Lemonade, right?" expression. So I nodded and he got me the glass of lemonade. And I didn't even have to wait in line. It pays to be a regular. It's like a little feeling of belonging, which is always nice. Being known. Sometimes it's nice to step out of the shadows a little and be seen. Just a little.

It's been a dramatic day for my brother, Peter. A couple of days ago his best friend stole his credit card and withdrew roundabout 1250 dollars. I don't get how you can do that. They went to school together. They've known each other since they were like 5. After they left school they still stayed in touch and even though he moved away they still met up often. And then a few days ago this "friend" comes all the way from where he lives now with the only purpose to steal Peter's credit card.

We only found out that it was "the friend" who took the card today. Lots of phone calling has been done to various people and places. I guess my mother talked to one of the contact persons at the place where "friend" lives. And this person talked to "friend". So "friend" found out that we know he's the one who did it. So then he calls us, very apologetic. Very sad about what happened. Feeling very bad. I just don't know whether he's really feeling about about what he did to Peter, or if he's just feeling bad about the police getting involved. I think right now it stands at him going to he bank tomorrow to loan money so he can pay back Peter. It's all complicated by the fact that he was apparently in a traffic accident. On his scooter. So he's been to the hospital and he's really in no shape to be going out, but he says he wants to come to Aarhus to give Peter the money back in person. He hasn't talked to Peter about it all yet. Peter's phone is turned off. He's obviously not feeling much like talking to "friend". He doesn't know that "friend" is going to pay back the money yet either.

I don't know. It's sad.

I'm worried about Peter too. He gets blindingly drunk sometimes. A few months ago he lost his wallet and glasses and cell phone. Last week he lost his keys. And apparently he spent 200-300 dollars in a night. They were going over his bank statement because of the stolen card. But that withdrawal was his own, that was before the card was stolen. He had just withdrawn all that and spent it on a night in the town. I'm worried some day he's going to be dead drunk and flashing money all over the place and he's going to end up in the gutter, mugged, attacked, whatever.

Come to think of it, that might be why "friend" did this whole thing. He saw Peter with all that money. And then a few days later... I wouldn't be surprised if that's how he got the idea.

He probably could have gotten Peter to just loan or give him the money. I think people take advantage of him sometimes. It's not the first time he has spent a LOT of money on just one night, drinking with friends. He is still mildly mentally retarded, although it doesn't really show anymore. But he's quick to trust people. And I don't think he's good at saying no, turning down people. I know that from myself. But then I'd never spend 200 bucks on alcohol. No matter who asked.

I don't know. Maybe that's a normal amount to spend on a party night. I don't do parties, I wouldn't know. I just worry about him yeah. At least he's going to get his money back this time. I don't know what will happen between them. I don't think Peter really wants to report it to the police. As long as he gets his money back. But I don't see how you could stay friend with someone who did this either. And it's sad because I don't think Peter has a lot of close friends at all. I mean, he spends most of his off-work time down here, using our old computer. He's not completely alone, like me. But it'll always be sad to lose someone you've known all your life.

It's a sad, sad story. Let that be a lesson to you all. If you're going to steal, don't steal from your friends. Steal from faceless corporations like Microsoft or the record labels. They have it coming anyway.

Yes, we're moving into the comedy stylings:

Has anyone done a Reggae Lake parody of Ricki Lake? I really would like to think that I came up with that idea by myself. I should write for snl.

Also, one night in Chyna? No thanks! Have you seen the pictures? Her home video tape. My diary is PG so I'm not going to post the picture, but Bunny did. That is scary. And it's not even the worst picture. If it wasn't so x-rated then it could be a perfect poster against steroid use. Poor woman. Good thing I'm not a fan of wrestling.

I wouldn't mind spending a night in China though. Lovely country I hear.

soundtrack: jimmy chamberlin complex f. billy corgan - lokicat