Took the day off work and went to uni to touch base with my roots. I still feel like I own the place. New faces, old stomping grounds. Caught up with my honours supervisor, and gave him a bottle of 1995 Clare Valley that I stole from my dad's cellar. I need him to write me a reference for my AFTRS application, but I told him the bottle was for the years of guidance. This man used to let me sit in on final year production classes when I was in first year. I wonder how different my life would be if I hadn't found a mentor like that. After chatting with him, I've decided I'm doing the right thing. It's okay to not have a dream and be a nobody. But to have a dream and turn your back on it, that is true cowardice.