I
had a pretty decent gig at the Rochester last night, maybe a seven
out of ten, and maybe a five out of ten at the Port Melbourne Local
before that. I just now read an article from the Guardian about a
proposed ban on secondary boycotts which made me angry and upset.
Also this morning I meditated for ten minutes. This day is slipping
by without me, I need to get out and do what I'm supposed to
do.
Today I'm supposed to be sanding the floors in my new room above Station 59, but I can't get onto Mick to let me in – I really need to just get a key and sort this out. Fuck, today is not going well from the outset. I'm actually a little frustrated with myself for letting things slip this far already. FUCK. I really don't want to write this post.
I'm not going to.
Today I'm supposed to be sanding the floors in my new room above Station 59, but I can't get onto Mick to let me in – I really need to just get a key and sort this out. Fuck, today is not going well from the outset. I'm actually a little frustrated with myself for letting things slip this far already. FUCK. I really don't want to write this post.
I'm not going to.
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