- Walk to Deptford to discover Cafe Selecta was shut. Back to New Cross with a paper to dismantle a bacon baguette at the Goldsmiths Cafe. It was officially day one of summer, the nude tights came out to play.
- Back to Surrey House to witness the tidy state of a friend's bedroom. It was highly impressive, and I fear, highly temporary.
- Loring. Picnic Blanket, ice lollies, laptop, books. Rediscovering Chicane and becoming re-acquainted with laundry cat whilst desperately trying not to nap in the sunshine. It proved difficult.
- Surrey House once again. Gossip. Essay checks.
- Loring. Various forms of procrastination undertaken to avoid the interminable essay. Itunes, radio, spotify, any kind of technological interaction that didn't involve microsoft word.
- Bolognese
- Essay. 1024 words down. 1976 to go.
Finally started to read another Murakami, and finally downloaded Goldsmiths: But is it Art? I'm guessing the answer is going to be no?
I'd forgotten how much I loved the work of Peter James Field
You could lose yourself on there for hours.
State of room proving decidedly untemporary. Just ask Maggie. State of essays, on the other hand, remains.. well, shit.
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