Tue, 30 August 2011
Comacast? Yes, because of the imminent onset of a post-Festival coma. After trying to juggle two gigs of my own, two gigs I wanted to attend, the Antifolk-off and the visit of a good friend I haven't seen in a couple of years and the Retreat Festival this weekend I think I am now ready to officially declare August over and collapse into a somnolent stupour. In short, I need to sleep. A lot. Mrs. Toad came back from a ten-day holiday last night as well, and that always restores a sense of equilibrium. She doesn't do much except swear at me and tell me to leave her the fuck alone, but for some reason I find that inordinately comforting in times of stress. I think it might be because I am a fucking idiot. 1. PAWS - Booger (00.08) |