A better day. Let's be honest, in my own little 'windows up, hands drumming on the steering wheel with perhaps too many ghost beats' kind of way, I was going pretty mad yesterday. I've realised it mostly is about the situation with my dad. It just makes the other stuff feel really bad.
See; today he's had a better day. I mean, he's still ill, he's still dying, it's still degrading to watch him struggle to crawl up the stairs and the pain on his face is something no son wants to see on the man they completely idolise. But it was still better than it has been for the last week, he was due a slightly less-shit day and this was it.
So whilst today threw up a few challenges, it didn't seem so bad, having got a sense of perspective about it all. In the freelance work I had to deal with the notoriously difficult Bob on the phone who was great - being dissatisfied as a customer doesn't make you a bad person, I'd be dissatisfied with this too. We spoke like adults, and it was a nice chat, I enjoyed it.
Finished sending my emails to every arts centre in the UK about the Make or Break show...that's 109 emails. Fuck all response so far, but it's early days. Tomorrow I'll probably send some more emails about the film, and then that's probably my admin done for the year.
Got really confused about the 50 Ways première - do I have it on late at the big venue, or early in the local venue which suggests my aspirations aren't all that great? Loads of arguments for both venues, which I've been offered (but both of which need an answer by tomorrow morning...it's spiralling out of control). I really appreciated the views from my friends for this, particularly Jack who carried on telling me his thoughts via text when the emails dried up. In the end I did a typical Paul Richards thing and agreed to both. 2 premières in one night, everyone does that, don't they? It's either cool, or just another slightly worrying characteristic of mine which is known as 'people pleasing' or another term which probably sounds more intelligent. Still, nice to be in demand, isn't it?
Got back from Mum and Dad's after 4 hours of being bullied by the dog (bastard - she bit my ankle tonight) and then worked on the blurb for the film whilst drinking more beer. Discussed an idea I've had about forming my own marketing/band PR firm, to Edd (landlord/housemate) who seemed very excited about the idea of it and offered much business wisdom.
Geoff sent over the first track for our Christmas musical and it's bloody brilliant!
I think I'm drinking too much at the moment; not scary amounts, but actually, maybe I always have done, so it's probably okay.
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