Day 0433

Got up early, slept lightly and dreamed I was appointed Vice President of a railroad under a no-nosense, hard-headed go-getter who impressed and scared me by being a ruthless businessman. I was the pusillanimous, bullshitting posh boy that I am, and I was awed to be bested by every measure.

Went out with the intention of going to the horrible old supermarket to get some bits and pieces, but my way was quite literally blocked by a mile of almost-indistinguishable market stalls peopled by North African men shouting things and the gangway between them clogged with old people pulling wheeled shopping bags over my feet. I walked up and down it and finally plucked up courage to hand over money in exchange for a confusion of vegetables. Returned triumphantly to my apartment-o-mediocrity to find that the gas hob doesn't work.

Passed out with weariness for a while but managed to drag myself off to Christie's to see a preview with my art dealer friend. Marvelled at the impeccably dressed individuals rather than the art jumble sale. Then off to the Place Vendôme to see my teenage German belle at the Berlin fashion week showroom. Unavoidable expense of dinner, bus, bus, home.

No painting! Hah! I am strongly inclined to renounce it and begin living life once more.