Up at balls o clock to go to an 8am meeting in fucking mortlake for a freelance thing I'm about to start. Hour long meeting then hot footing it back to Chelsea for 10am to start my day.
Turning 30 at the end of this week, and last night - as if to really drive the point home - I strained my back doing absolutely nothing other than turning very slightly to the right. Yay.
Finally got around to watching Wolf of Wall Street after rewatching 21 jump street. Hill is a pretty remarkable actor.