This is my calling.

Tomorrow I'm setting up my own business as a freelance procrastinating dreamer. Tomorrow. Also, have you ever felt the need to look like a major junkie while making pancakes? No? You don't know what you're missing! Just look at how it's done. Screw all those molecular gastronomy restaurants... we should have cook-like-a-junkie ventures. Bon, ça va, je sors, je sors... allez, profitez un peu du soleil de la semaine dernière. ( +3 - I need to see some sun because it's not really here this week-end )

And who are you to doubt me?

Day 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06 // 07 // 08 // 09 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // 18 // 19 // 20 // 21: a place I see myself in 5 years. "Place" as in location, I think I've proved that I could be anywhere next year so who knows where I'll be in five years. "Place" as in metaphorically "what I'll be doing", I think there only the sky is the limit. Obviously it's rather unlikely that I'll be boarding a space shuttle or outdoing the Steve Jobs equivalent that will be around then but, given my history, my options should be rather broad, shouldn't they? Oh, there goes that ego again. Or I'll just go join a circus. I know how to juggle already. With only three objects but I can learn and expand. Or I can start a yak farm in the Alps. Oh wait, there are already some peeps doing that.