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Date: 1/13/2017

I had a studio, I massive university building that I shared with students. Teachers walked round hungover artists criting them. They left me alone though. I spend most the day dossing about. I managed to spin vertically on a table, like a giroball, but no one was watching People kept saying they were proud of my practice and that I worked really hard. I felt like I was successful at presenting that, but really all I did was listen to music and write funding applications. I took a walk at the end of the day (having done nothing in my studio) and came out the bottom of the building. The area I was in was like a mix of the Barbican, the south Bank and a beach, with high heel shoe cars, punky fish bars, monster trucks and hundreds of people partying by the water. I had two bags of drugs in my pocket and I took a dab of one. I didn't check, but I hoped it was the k. I decided if I was meant to be making a film as part of my practice I should atleast test the equipment and got a zoom recorder out. I sat down in a deck chair near a couple and started counting 1,2,3,4... I became self conscious of my voice and thought that if I was going to be heard, I should find something more interesting to say. Nothing came to mind so I got embarrassed and kept walking. Popping these colour lens back into some plastic glasses while Joel explained to me that id been really tackful and handled the situation just right - Alice had made me a birthday cake and Hannah had come to tell me she was anxious it wpuldnt turn out quite right. I was concentrating on these lens that looked like different hues at different angles, but I'd mumbled something about how I'm sure it would be fine. Joel said cake baking was just like plunging coffee. You didn't know if you'd done it right until you poured it. All I could think was how unprofound this was, but took the sense of pride in the complement all the same