The intensity of last night got to me a bit, it was real heavy stuff. Full credit to Esther for talking till the early hours about it all.
Dad refused to talk on the phone today; he's given up. Sadly I don't blame him...why would you want to live when you're in this much pain?
Knackered, the other guy was back in the office and to be honest, it was nice not to be sat down here in this little disused art gallery by myself. Nice banter, got some stuff done.
Looks like Grace is up for saving the Christmas musical by directing it - just hope she likes the script. We spoke for quite a while tonight about the logistics of it all and she's seems happy with the arrangement.
Odd gig with Claudia tonight - people at that venue just don't understand personal space; the audience are so in your face they're practically touching your drums. We were good though - all very tired, but very tight still.
Got back and tried to write the second episode of the sitcom for Emma but fell asleep instead. My body needed it.
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