Ring in the new year.

I finished up work on friday. It's been pretty full on. A reminder that I had better refocus on my art. I'm starting up uni again this week. It'll be weird going back. I'm starting to wonder if there's still a teacher in me. When it's good, you get the biggest high... it's the best feeling. But when you have a class full of dickheads you wonder why you're even here and not back in the studio.

So with these thoughts to chew over. I woke up early.... went for my jog/walk... well, it was more walk than run. I had bloc party loud. A nice grey and gloomy kind of day. A good day to study colours on the street.

I've been doing some colour doodles in an old journal a friend got me from florence. Starting backwards.
Got home baked a banana-walnut-rasberry bread-cake thing. House was smelling good. The day was turning out to be a productive one. Tonight: life drawing.

I went downstairs to drop off some dry-cleaning. Post some long-overdue letters and bought a loaf a bread.

Loaf of bread in hand, outside my appartment door, I realised I forgot my keys.

And of course it started to rain.