Monday:

I stayed in bed until 11 am. Went out for a walk after reading for a while. Ran into a group of old friends from high school. I felt nostalgic afterwards; I stopped seeing them after I was admitted to the academy. Had my dinner while watching TV. After eating I cut the fabric for a shirt: navy blue check gingham. Later that evening, J and I went to B's to return his book. He invited us for coffee. We declined, each thinking the other was tired. We realised our misunderstanding once we were back on the street and returned to B's for coffee, staying until 2 am.

Many years ago, I shared a flat with a friend. Then, as now, I find it difficult to describe what it is I do as an artist. I have also never been able to keep a diary. I have made several attempts, but they are all unbearable to read. Instead, I secretly tried to write my flatmate's diary.

Tuesday:

Couldn’t get out of bed and had to leave the flat in a hurry. I wrote a note for X apologising for the messy kitchen. There was an assembly at the academy. The professor was in a bad mood and told us we were lazy. What does he know? Last year, he tried to expel X because he thought she wasn't doing any work. He was wrong. After lunch, I cycled to the farthest part of the harbour. There is a vast area that appears to be some sort of soil deposit. I took some photographs and then went back to the academy to develop them.

Wednesday:

Reorganised my studio and looked at the photographs from yesterday.

Thursday:

X made us porridge for breakfast. None of us felt like going to the academy today. I continued working on the shirt that I want to wear to the party. X was reading a text in which an artist talks about his disaffirmative practice. A had recommended the text to X, and I asked if I could borrow it later.

Friday:

I have to write an artist's statement for a class next week. I also want to finish sewing the shirt. X is writing a lot but is not ready to share it with me yet. I finished the shirt, but I didn't feel like wearing it to the party. X loved it, though, so I said she could wear it. We both went to the party and I stayed quite late. I felt out of place but ended up in a corner chatting to a friend. When I arrived home, I discovered X in front of the TV, watching a late-night repeat of Miss Marple. I think X had been crying.

Saturday:

I couldn't sleep, as if all the people from the party were haunting me. I went out shopping for food. I felt spaced out and unfocused. I bought oranges twice, in two different shops.

Sunday:

X and I walked around all the lakes. A had left a message on the answering machine: She wants to meet up tomorrow. I hope it's not because of something I said at the party. B and J showed up in the late afternoon, X joined us in the kitchen, and we whipped up a meal with whatever was left in the fridge.