Hanging out with a buddy who's about to depart for five weeks o/s and catching up on JStew... love it.

12 hour work day. Knackered. Sore feet. Gagging for a cuppa. Coldplay concert #2 - done and dusted.

Finally getting around to reading some of my library books - it's amazing what prioritising your own needs after weeks of putting everyone else first can do for your mood!

A 27 hour day... which included a catch up (after 13 years!) with an old friend from London days.  Safely home from NZ and collapsing happily into bed.

Up at 3:45am
Cab at 4:15am
Flight at 6:30am
Land at 12:45pm
Start work at 1:00pm
Finish work at 10:15pm
Drink wine at 10:45pm
De-stress with a hot shower at 11:45pm
Collapse into bed at 12:15pm

Touring with rock bands is exhausting.

I was going to go to bed early tonight, because I have to get up at 3:45am to get to the airport for a 6am international flight.  It's 11pm.  Fail.

My house is a tip: there is washing drying everywhere, dishes in the sink, no food in the fridge, overflowing bins and dead flowers in the vase. Today I was planning to remedy this, but a job I agreed to do for someone has taken over my life this week and it's been shoved aside. And I don't even get to do it all on the weekend because I have to go to NZ for my other job. Why do I let myself get into these messes?