Having just been booted from my design studio, which comes as blessing and sad news at the same time, it's picture time. I guess, luckily for everybody's estimation of me, the only pictures I have of it are of when it is immaculately clean and organized, at the very beginning of September last year.
Oh, and there's only one coffee there. I don't have a photo of what it looked like by the end of school, but I would have to dig out a space for my bristol to sit and prop my laptop open on a pile of something for Daily Show time. Imagine, now, six more coffees, all of an equally indeterminate old age, a stuffed Easter sheep, a foot-and-a-half tall stack of bristol, an old timey lamp, and a lot more just things sitting around and you get the idea.
Hand-drawn calender. Sheesh.
I'll miss it, though.