29 August
Very sleepless. The deepest sadness, now depression, settling way down low in the pit of everywhere. Elastoplast – whatever, needed to drag it all up and out for an afternoon of interviews.
First an 11am chat with Judy & Patrick. Something has to be said about Holy Man. How much more work can I turn down?
Meanwhile mixed reviews as far as I can tell. Some of them get it. Some of them not. Start rearranging the inside of my head. Again.
I need months off.