Jetlag

AH, so this is jetlag. I tried, and failed, to sleep. So, after hours lying awake on the sofa in my Mammy's front room, I have risen, and found my email to be infested with viruses. Or is that viri? Anyway, I have them. I am not surprised. I am going up the loft, in a little while, to reclaim my old Story Tellers. I hope to use them on the new mixtape, which I'm also doing today. I hope the dusty part of my brain they are sure to open doesn't cause the melting some important circuitry, however. That is likely. My head is more delicate than it was. I remember little of them, other than they were fucking scary. Gobbolino was a witch's cat. "Eat toy tyres". That sort of thing.