"Burning the candle...

...at both ends" is a great metaphor. The image it evokes perfectly portrays the feeling of impending collapse, implosion, destruction and inevitably, burnout.

On that note, the gig at Indigo last night went well and improved my mood enormously. A quick stop by the green room prior to Hot Swiss Mistress' performance is quite likely the reason for my hyper sensitivity to whether the bass was too loud and the vocals too quiet - but James the soundman took my apologetic suggestions well. And it sounded fine. Thanks to everyone who came along.

Next gig: supporting Fang at Happy on Saturday September 4. Should be excellent. Fang's new album 'Swim Up Stream' is a dark pop masterpiece, and you should all buy it right now. In fact, buy two copies. Send one to your sister in London! She might even write you an email.

A night out was exactly what I needed. Work has been like a battlezone lately. My boss is still sick. Every time the phone rings I flinch, wondering which client it's going to be, and whether I'll be able to help them. The last few days have been pretty trying. I've been overseeing (overseeing? That suggests precision and understanding... More like poking gingerly with a stick) a large commercial property transaction, trying to sort out the mortgage documentation, attend to disclosure, and generally figure out stuff that I've never seen before. Oh, fun times have been had! Time spent crying in office: approximately 38 minutes. Time spent tugging at hair and gazing at the sky beyond the buildings across the road: 49 minutes. Time spent contemplating leaving and never ever returning: a lot.

Hopefully my boss will be back in tomorrow. Then I'll get to relate my fumbling attempts at professionalism and general 'in-control'ness and he'll get to be exasperated and dumbfounded. Yeah, should be good times.

Am I totally insane to imagine I can cope with the demands of managing a band while holding down a stressful full time job?