Thursday, August 11, 2011



My friend Tom finding some time on a rainy winter Saturday afternoon to make a puzzle.

There was a house full of my mates that day. We all busied ourself out of boredom with games or newspapers until dinner.

At the moment, I am living for the weekends, which I would really like to change. I read about people who love what they do as work, and I can only imagine how it must feel to wake up everyday and be excited to get to it. At the moment though, that feels like a myth.