After being an art hermit for about 3 months I just had two great weekends in a row with friends I don't see nearly enough. And for some unbeknown reason, after going to bed late and waking at 6am, I feel remarkably awake. I liken this to what it must be like to be on crack (the good bit when your life isn't in tatters). I even took out all the recycling and enough empty glass bottles to make the resident crackheads look down on me for seeming a ridiculous alcoholic. It seems sleep disorders are not all doom and gloom!
I have lots of work to do, and strangely, though there's the niggling monster in the back of my mind screaming 'FUCK, so-much-to-do, so-little-time!' (Run/hide/make excuses), I'm also quite excited. Could it be that things are possibly coming together afterall and I've managed to divorce my stresshead side? I know undoubtedly that I will have a regrettable fling with it at a later date, but just now I feel elated. Or maybe I'm still just a little bit drunk, I don't know and I don't care.
Off to the studio I go to direct some perverted sounds, yes!
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