7.30am. It’s 44 days since I’ve been up this early in the morning. That’s the dubious beauty of keeping a chart of your sleep hours: you know exactly how long it has been since you were up at a time when most people are getting up. It’s only the second time this year that I’ve been awake before 9.00am. Pathetic, really. Especially when you contrast it with the six times I’ve woken after noon in that time. Only had six hours sleep. And I woke up four times within those six hours. And I dreamt I was smoking in bed. Not just smoking in bed, but I was dreaming that I was sleeping and smoking at the same time. For some reason, I feel like I should listen to some Small Faces. I went outside to get some milk. More snow on the ground. Joy. My friend Max and I went to see Dave Bazan last night. I didn’t really know his music before, but I heard him doing a few songs on the radio in Seattle last year. He’s really good. You should see him if he’s coming to your town. The woman working behind the bar at the venue had the exact same glasses as me. They looked better on her because she was very pretty. There’ll probably be a few boring posts like this. Gotta just get back in the habit of writing. By way of a distraction, here’s some photos of details of a few of the paintings that’ll be in the Back to the Future IV exhibition.