Nothing Special
I woke up around 6am. I slept well. I had 2 meetings which were not concrete. Their plans were blur; therefore, I couldn’t predict that I would get an order. One of the clients wanted to cancel her order. I know what she feels but I had no choice. Suddenly, it started snowing outside. Where is spring? I worked seriously. I visited the bar My Way at 5pm. I had 5 glasses of beer. One of the glasses was from Ruud. It was packed with people but I didn’t feel suffocating. I treated a beer to Error, Ruud, and Rolf. I had milk spaghetti and miso soup. I retired for the night around 10pm.
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- Nothing Special I woke up around 6am. I slept well. I had 2 meetings which was not concrete. Their plan was blur; therefore, I couldn't predict that I would get an order. One of the clients who want to cancel her order. I know what she feel but I had no choice. Suddenly, it was snowing in outside. Where is Spring? I worked seriously. I visited the bar My Way at 5pm. I had 5 glasses of beer. One of the beer was from Ruud. There were packed with people but I didn't feel suffocating. I treated a beer to Error, Ruud, and Rolf. I had milk spaghetti and miso soup. I retired for the night 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.
