The morning conference call came at 9am, not 8am. I'd dozed a bit but still managed to respond to the phone. I almost fell back into slumbed, but managed to get into the conference, understand the way forward, agree a plan, and then I called my superior (in the sense of this project) to explain the situation.

I then had a few texts and a chat with someone and then it was 11.

I had to sleep again.

No tiling for me.

I re-awoke at about 4pm. My body clock was screwed, my brain was a mess, and I had a gig to go to.

After a yoghurt, a smoothie, a nectarine and a coffee (all I'd really eat today), I headed to Southampton to my gig. I picked up a friend/organiser of the gig along the way.

The gig was fun. I was MC and I think I had my moments of connection with the crowd. As is often the case, the prepared material was ok, but the banter could prove to be really electric. I played with the people who wanted to be played with and nearly fell down with a 15 year old lad, who wasn't frightened of chipping in, and whom I couldn't tease in a way which kept the audience's sympathy.

Overall, it was a fun night.

I dropped my friend home, stopping for coffee and late night introductions to friends of friends and then I drove back, with a thousand things running through my brain.

Thing 1. Get some fucking sleep!