This week has been recovery, recovery from the excess of last saturday and sunday, i can't believe i went to the powerhouse on a hangover. Too much information to digest when all you can think about is smoked ham on geyre cheese.

Rearranged furniture, note to self, avoid moving antique furniture by self because.. it's damn heavy.

Floated around eastgardens and ikea looking for inspiration only to come away with confusing swedish design concepts. When has a piece of milky plastic become a window for wardrobe?

However i did buy some "ultra-shine hair mist" in a glossy orange bottle. I shall use it when i meet Pete for lunch.

i've noticed i'm becoming more non-reactive... a car could crash infront of me these days and i wouldn't bat an eyelid. Just dial 000 whilst making sure my pout is in place. Maybe nothing is new anymore.
This laconica has advantages such as empowering space integration and self fulfilling function rather than procrastinating or avoidance, they go hand in hand don't they. One has a cooler face.