So I’m feeling a lot better this evening and I have had some food. Both of these rank as good things. Back to work in the morning and I have to deal with the disaster that has been my email server down for three days. I have no idea how much email I have lost in this time but it will be a good amount and lots of it being fairly important. Fuck.

On the other front, I’m going to the theatre tomorrow night. I got a ticket for When Harry Met Sally cheap in the intro to London theatre offer, picked this one mainly for the cast (Aly Hannigan and Luke Perry as the leads) and the fact it was cheap and I should take more advantage of the culture London has to offer. Damn that was hard to type out. Anyway I’m really not sure I’m actually up for it now, nevermind how I will be after a day in work. I shall see how I feel at 6 tomorrow.

That bloody Night Nurse is great…and evil. I’ve slept like a log the past couple of nights but my god have I had fucked up and disturbing dreams. Another dose tonight then and I should be pretty ready for work tomorrow.

Going back to last Friday, I went into the gig assuming there was no chance of getting my favourite Damien Rice song; Eskimo. I didn’t think they would bring along an opera singer for two minutes of one song. So when he segued (god I love that word) into it, I didn’t actually believe it was Eskimo. Then when it came towards the moment, I thought he was going to sing it himself or a tape was going to come on, but no the awesome Lisa Hannigan comes through with the soprano. It was great and really did make the gig for me.

Hmm, drugs and sleep now.

Also, one day I will get out of the habit of starting posts with “So”…someday