A Boring Day
It was Sunday. I am wondering if I should make holidays every week. I wanted to do creative things but I did only paintings. In the afternoon, Jan passed me a package which was received by the person living in the next house. He asked me again and again “Is your room temperature good?”. No problem. I founded a problem on my blog so I tried to fix it. It was more complicated than I expected then I spent about 2 hours; therefore, the day ended. What a terrible day. I cooked simmered pork soup and spaghetti. I read a book of black people’s songs during dinner. I fell asleep around 10pm.
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- A Boring Day It was Sunday. I am wondering I should make Holidays every week. I wanted to do creative things but I did only paintings. In the afternoon, Jan passed me a package which was received the next house's living person. He asked me again and again "Is your room temperature good?". No problem. I founded a problem on my blog so I tried fixing it. It was complicated than I expected then I spent for about 2hours; therefore, the day was the end. What a terrible day. I cooked simmered pork soup and spaghetti. I read a book of black people's songs during dinner. I fell asleep around 10pm.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
