When I switch off I'm zipping into the city to B&Q for castors for my paint-trolley, Sainsbury for some shopping, up to the Uni library to return a book then on to the Art School to meet a fellow-student to drown our sorrows in a good cappuccino from the Costa bar, then home to walk the dogs, try to rescue the painting I made a mess of yesterday, feed the dogs, paint some more, eat something, check my email, play the violin for a while, maybe paint some more or sketch, read some Derrida and then collapse into bed in the early hours.
It's exhausting just writing it down!!!