ryman

bugger it.
enough being miserable.
Came home flopped in tremendous fashion, drank a whole lot of red wine and just about arranged the trip to london that I've been meaning for about the last year. One of my closest friends moved down there last year and sometimes it seems like everyone I know and care about is there.
And I'm not sure if I'm ready to move myself, even if it does feel vaguely inevitable; all the postgraduate courses I want to do being based there. But time to catch up, see the Caravaggio exhibition at the National Gallery and some other random small art gatherings... Go to Muji and stock up on stationery (see profile: Left) and spend lots of time feeling terribly cosmopolitan or just plain lost.
I need some new records, a new haircut and a new idea. A plan is what is called for.
But how the hell do I figure that one out?
xxx r