January 2012
December 2011
As it turned out, tonight was my roommate Arjen’s 44th birthday. My plans of painting, after a day of finishing a promising series of sketches, were dashed against the jagged rocks of alcohol consumption like an errant child at the sea side, and I now find myself drunk, exhausted and interested in sleep. 2am is mighty early for me. I’ve been laying off the booze as of late, so 7...
