It’s been another mentalist week.
Two overnight work trips (Aberdeen and Dundee, also catching up with friends on both occasions); a couchsurfer; a prospect of spending Saturday working to catch up with myself; and loads more aside.
I am absolutely exhausted, and at just approaching 9pm on Friday night, I’m off to bed.
Rock and roll.
Sleep well, buddy {:->
1.45 am after a gig, and I also feel as though I haven’t slept in weeks. You’ll probably be entering R.E.M soon, you lucky beggar.
Poor Beat. You should be a bit more exhilarated post-gig. Was it rubbish?
No it was a great gig. Sadly though, I was performing at it, and therefore had a load of humphing to do afterwards which dampened any serious chances of exhiliration…