I then had a few texts and a chat with someone and then it was 11.
I had to sleep again.
No tiling for me.
I re-awoke at about 4pm. My body clock was screwed, my brain was a mess, and I had a gig to go to.
After a yoghurt, a smoothie, a nectarine and a coffee (all I'd really eat today), I headed to Southampton to my gig. I picked up a friend/organiser of the gig along the way.
The gig was fun. I was MC and I think I had my moments of connection with the crowd. As is often the case, the prepared material was ok, but the banter could prove to be really electric. I played with the people who wanted to be played with and nearly fell down with a 15 year old lad, who wasn't frightened of chipping in, and whom I couldn't tease in a way which kept the audience's sympathy.
Overall, it was a fun night.
I dropped my friend home, stopping for coffee and late night introductions to friends of friends and then I drove back, with a thousand things running through my brain.
Thing 1. Get some fucking sleep!