2003-07-22

Well, I have hit Brisvagus for three days for work. I was going to write 'to work' but it doesn't really feel like it. I have been writing in a blogger about my trip (hey, if you have a burning desire:: checkit. But I suspect it will make little sense to you - it is for me and my workmate, Leigh to keep notes on so we can write a kick ass report on our return.

I am feeling pretty good, pretty positive. Pot can kiss my arse. I have been very careful to take all my herbs, anxiety pills, salt/electrolytic water and vitamins. I sound like a fucken hypocondriac freak, but all these things make me able to think and not freak out and not fall asleep on you. Hopefully, once I have recovered from my pot-habit induced catatonic state...

I am getting very excited about things I haven't done for so long: jamming, making a zine for the fest, writing emails to some friends I have neglected (Leecae, Alex, Mona spring to mind) and travelling a bit.

Yeh...in Brisvagus watching Bold and The Beautiful....