about as close to making sense as I am ever going to get

It insanely hectic and it ruins your social life and you're always exhausted and you wake up in the middle of the night worrying about stuff you haven't done and there's no such thing as sensible footwear and you always work double shifts and customers are rude or daft and you always smell like coffee grounds and there's always something new to try and you never sleep because you are basically made of caffeine and you never get a day off and oh man it is so much fun and I miss it!

Speaking of (the lack of a) social life, tonight is the night when me and my bearded brother are going to let this man (see left, plus band not pictured) woo us with songs about wolves and over-industrialisation. Tomorrow I will probably moan about indie hipsters, the 'scene' and how much my feet hurt, but today I am so excited!

I still don't have a camera to record such momentous events but that's not really a problem because I imagine after the first song I will be too far gone to operate one anyway.

(Also: I wanted to report success on the Science tickets front. They landed on my doormat yesterday morning; I fell asleep on the sofa at 9pm last night. In between these things, I was mostly out. Somehow, I've still managed to lose them! Whoops.)