This is what we have established:
I am tired.
I need more sleep.
Sleep will make me feel better.
Working in front of a computer all day is hurting my neck. (something to do with the amount of time I may or may not spend with the phone cradled between my ear and shoulder perhaps?)
Performing makes me a little anxious and possibly tense.
Velvet scares me and makes me uncomfortable.
Certain venues (ie. our current venue) have walls made entirely of velvet and most theatre curtains are velvet.
I get tense around velvet.
When I am tense my neck hurts more.
I sleep funny when I am tense.
When I sleep funny I wake up with a sore neck.
I cannot sleep when I have a sore neck.
When I cannot sleep I get tired.
I am tired.
Oh, a vicious cycle indeed.
So why am I still smiling? Lets just say that Rocky Raccoon's apparent lack of narrative and resolution is enough to lift my mood.
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3 comments:
I will fix your neck. I have the power. When next we meet, captain planet/inspector gadget
hmmmm it's really only half a story isn't it? I recant the narrative aspect and hold fast to my opinion of the shitty resolution...Damn Paul & Donovan...
Well, criticise Paul all you like, I do not mind at all....just hands off John and George. (there is something daggy and pretentious about that comment monsieur anonymous.....)
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