So I've just started working two days a week in the studio for the photographers I've been with for about three years now. I now have the cool title of 'Assistant Studio Manager', hyped.
Other than work, this week has consisted of an epic adventure in the woods near Rorys house which was crazy, I'll say that. Rory decided it would be a good idea if we sat on the roof of his fucking tall house for a fag which I wont be doing again. It was all a bit crazy and I ended up basicaly passing out in his bed for a few hours.
Truck in 3 days, sick.