The Morning After
So it’s saturday morning. I’m feeling a bit like this must’ve happened last night:
The show at Mojo’s last night was fantastic by the way. One of those gigs where I feel totally in control of my craft. And the audience were a blast. Somehow, I mustered up some enormous energy to dance to Shock One’s absolutely filthy set of drum n bass straight after mine.
Meanwhile, my letter “t” has gone all dodgy. Sometimes it types, sometimes it doesn’t. Fuck. I’ve only had this laptop two weeks.
