Jesus christ, these 12 hour days are sucking my soul away like you wouldn't believe. So I have bailed out of the gig I was meant to go to.
Also: insomnia, you can do one. 2.45am + 5.30am for two days this week, who'd you think I am, superwoman?
So. I have The King and I freshly arrived, I'm going to get a Chinese takeaway delivered (sod the calories, I'm gonna have duck) and drink as much alcohol as my body will allow until I break something. Hopefully not a limb. And sing a long like a saddo.