What was the first thing you thought about when you awoke today? I might start making a note of such things. Perhaps it might be helpful, perhaps not.
Recording went excellently yesterday, and afterwards we went for celebratory drinks, which lasted perhaps longer than they ought to have. It was lovely to see Dr Brown, and his handsome cropped head. Always lovely to see Mary, always ill advised to have rows with posh kids about Palestine. One day I shall learn to bite my tongue.
I made up for the no sleep yesterday with too much sleep today and now I feel perfectly dreadful. I am all a tremble and typing is rather a chore, so I shall keep this short and retire indoors and consider some kind of sustenance. That I have reached the grand old age of 25 and can still barely feed myself is pathetic, really.