This is the third time I've tried to post today. The other two posts were great. This one will be brief because if it doesn't publish, I'll kill everyone in Edinburgh before turning the gun on myself.
I fucking hate apple macs.
We've seen 15 shows in four days, seven of them today. My feet have strange blisters on them, I feel like I've been drinking for weeks when in fact I've only had three pints since arriving, my mood changes by the hour, the flat is beautiful and most things are great.
I'm going to bed now, because my patience has truly left me.
I fucking hate apple macs.
We've seen 15 shows in four days, seven of them today. My feet have strange blisters on them, I feel like I've been drinking for weeks when in fact I've only had three pints since arriving, my mood changes by the hour, the flat is beautiful and most things are great.
I'm going to bed now, because my patience has truly left me.