Please, please wake me up when it’s over…
What a clusterfuck of a week. What is happening here? I am completely unable to articulate myself right now, it’s not happening for me. So, with my grandmother in hospital, I can’t play my first solo gig in Dublin. What a selfish thing to say. In fact, I actually blame my gran in the first place, which is even worse. Like, what sort of person am I, good grief. No pieces being written, unable to transcribe a cello piece thats been chewing my brain from the inside out for the last few days, no gig being played (again), no bloody fun at all on an amazingly sunny day, and to top it all off, a fucking migrane of such intensity that I am actually only able to see out my left eye while i’m typing this. FUCK IT. Life really fucks you up, screw it, i’m done, finished. Over and out…
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