I watched all my castles crumble down

Spent most of last night sipping Chai and checking out my new David LaChapelle art book Heaven to Hell. It used to belong to Gord's (now ex) girlfriend; he gave it to her and she didn't even know who LaChapelle was and it hurt my soul that she didn't appreciate it. Well as a result of the breakup it wound up back in his hands and is now in my (appreciative) possession. His work amazes me, it inspires me, it makes me want to paint and draw and take pictures and make everything into an artistic endeavor. It's a good feeling.

The neighbours had a shouting match that lasted most of the later evening and basically drowned out any music I played at an acceptable volume. So I cranked some Phoenix and enjoyed how much they remind me of Jamiroquai which I really like.