Woke up in the dorm, banged my head on the bunkbed. I'm 37.
Grubby, we found an American diner for breakfast and then made our way over to the afternoon show. A nicer gig this one; an arts centre, a folky audience who weren't scared off by our rocky-ness. Nice gig, everyone seems happy again, whilst not talking about last night.
Home by 7.30pm, popped over to A's, where I'll be moving into next week. She's made a lot of space for my stuff. It all feels honestly rather perfect.
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