After a tiring few weeks, this was my first day off in a while. Didn't set my alarm, just slept. Last night when I got in I was in a strange mood...I was buzzing from the gig, I enjoyed my deep chat with Vix on the way back about the band, my dad, the film and all that, I wasn't really ready to sleep, so found myself having a bath at 3am with a beer. I am actually rock n roll, I think.
Woke up at 2pm. Blimey. That's a first. I probably needed it.
Spent the whole day writing - just solidly (with the odd interruption from my housemate, in the politest of ways because Edd is the nicest person in the world). Christmas show is pretty much there, it's a bit dark, it's not as joke-based as I wanted, but structurally it's great.
Next week it's the première. How the fuck am I going to get away with this? I'm going to the cinema tomorrow morning to kick off.
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