Basically a place to leave

I have actually not much time to write because I'll soon be off looking for some new accommodation. The dampness in this flat makes me ill. I tried to fight it by heating - now I feel as if I lived in the Masoala hall in the zoo of Zurich.
What I will miss here, basically, is my dear flat mate Sweaty Hand, who, basically, entertains me very much with his basically acquired American style of speaking. He basically spends his days shopping at SuperValu (because it's the nearest), watching TV and basically, drawing. So, when he watched Lord of the Rings last night - and I was waiting for a phone call - he started romanticising his abilities: "When I watch TV, I aaalways start drawing... I don't know why. Basically, I can't help it. Wanna have a look?" Gosh, really what I needed. He handed me about 30 sheets of paper, all covered with square-cut cartoon characters carrying guns or wearing horrifying masks. "Wow", I said because I couldn't think of more. These reminded me of our old paintings of Simba or Mowgli or Baloo when we still watched Lion King and other animated films and then doodled our heroes. "Don't look at the female bodies, though, basically I'm not very good at these." Oh dear, oh dear. Consequences of a long distance relationship can be severe, it seems. (His girlfriend lives in Tennessee.) He must be a faithful guy - I'm sure he hasn't even blinked at a woman since he last saw her.