Rough

Feeling very... splitting headache and tired. Just come back from playing a gig – a 40^th birthday – but as gigs go, was pretty dire. Rough. No energy, and not just me. Oh well, been one of those days. Dull and lacklustre.

At least I had a mini lie-in til 9am. (Yay). Had planned to get assignments well underway, but struggled to even half complete the cannibalism essay. Gas man came for annual appliance inspection – fire needs replacing. No surprises there as it's always been absolutely pants. Rubbish heat and takes forever to start. Interesting to chat to him though. We were talking family and he said that his ex-wife was a lawyer. Qualified thanks to the £14,000 he ploughed into her training and bar exams etc.. She ended up having an affair with a colleague 3 weeks into her first job and subsequently divorced him. Rough justice. He studied for a masters and phD in physics and chemistry, and here he is, servicing gas appliances. That's rough too.

About to get stuck into work when the girls came round to administer more bleach to my hair. Last Saturday's attempt missed too much. Felt very aware that they were so incredibly up, buoyant, and I was definitely not. Bordering on morose today me. Had a phone call from Eddie part way through saying that he'd bombed out in his competition. Gutting. He'll be so disappointed with himself. Can't win every time obviously, but now he'll probably miss out on British team selection. Won't be going to Spain after all. Also, rough.

Agreed to tag along with the girls to see a play at the Acorn, 'Madame Lucinda's Wonder Show'. Wanted to see it anyway as written by a friend of mine, Anna Murphy who also writes for Kneehigh, but to be honest, wasn't really doing it for me. Nice dialogue in places but the acting was patchy. Maybe it got better though, cos I had to leave at the interval to do this poxy gig.

Dishes in the sink and it's 1.45am already. Looks like I won't be doing any reading tonight then.