Lost: One Brain

My brain is all over the place. Even though I spent most of yesterday lying in a heap on my bed, drooling valuable liquid onto my pillow; I'm still dehydrated.

It was very hot, because my somewhat odd landlord has painted the windows shut - again.

That was a very different Big Day Out experience. Dramatically different. I spent almost the entire day babysitting (very well-behaved) camera crews. Having a triple A is all well and good but when you're working, it's hard to exploit. I intend to rectify this in Melbourne on Sunday. Oooh shit yeah.

Shihad take the honours for being the one and only band I watched, for about three songs anyway. They were the shit, and I loved 'Home Again', even if I only saw the first half. Had a massive blowout with the White Stripes, I don't even want to talk about it. Suffice to say I have one chance remaining, and I am going to try very hard not to waste it.

Heading towards midnight on Friday I knew I had to keep on trucking. I wasn't allowed to go home, because then I probably wouldn't have managed to leave the house. So I didn't. I abandoned the car, as you do, and got stuck in. Man I talk a lot of shit.

Heightened state of anxiety today.