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I live in a shared house now, and I never did feel comfortable singing with other people next door.



So one evening, I was drunk and bought a field-mic.

(this typically means a mic that can be used outdoors, in any environment - "in the field", as it were... in this case, the mic itself also has a very clever 4-track digital recorder built into the chassis, so instead of a mic and a big box of wires and gadgets, you only have to carry the mic)

I can't sing in my room, and I like to write things about suburbia, and I now live opposite a Tesco...



So I bounce the track down, copy it to the field mic, fill a bottle full of booze and go and sing in Tesco car-park.

the finished track: Burnout - DeathBoy

(the working title was suffistication)

Con Fucking Tent.

I feel totally post-coital :)

Haven't written a fucking song in about two months and finally managed, so draw your analogies how you will (mine will be cock-shaped).

Yesterday, the following good things happened:

* Psycho ex-landlady got in touch, I bit the bullet, answered the call and managed to keep things civil and concilliatory - we're actually going to see a small amount of deposit back, but most importantly, that shit is soon going to be legally and finally wrapped The Fuck up. Really, really, cannot wait to have to never think about this again.

* Worked until 11pm, only got half my day's shit done. Had a little drinky, thinking that if I got drunk, I'd just stop working. Instead, I carried on working, and finished the latter half of my day's work in about 2 hours. Checked in my shit and stopped for the day having done all I'd promised, and achieved a really really productive day's work. Plus, although the schedule is horrible, the game is looking great, I'm working with a really friendly and talented artist and I think we stand a bloody good chance of hitting the deadline.

* Tried out my new crazy idea of singing my vocals in the fucking car-park, and it actually worked, and I finished a track for the first time in months (and since I came to this house). Might not be my finest ever hour, but I'm SO pleased to have broken the creative drought and having found a new working mechanism that lets me yowl and wail when I want and only annoy the neighbourhood cats.

Bad side was that I didn't sleep... at all. I stayed up until Liz arrived with Corben at 8:30... so, from the same time yesterday morning, that's 6 hours kiddy care, 10 hours work, 6 hours music, 2 hours blinking at the lightbulb and twitching, unable to sleep, then... BING, time to start again!

At which point, Corben arrived, I put some kids TV on and promptly fell contentedly asleep.

Instead of waking up with the house on fire (or Corben pouring substance A onto Expensive Rug B), Corben decided to have a nap with me, then when he woke, just got up and quietly played in my room until I woke up, too. Instead of feeling like a rodeo clown managing a crazy animal, I felt like a part of a team, with a tiny blighter who was capable of being considerate. Which, despite him being as young as he is, I believe... he's clearly learning to moderate his behaviour when I'm exhausted. I've been burned out a LOT recently and noticed that instead of making life harder, he's actually mellowed out and given me an easier time because he can recognise that I'm frazzled.

So yeah!

I'm pretty fucking tired :) I think I got 3-4 hours sleep in the end this morning, which is awful, but not unusual at the moment... it's enough for me to function, given that this is only for a couple of weeks.

But my job's under control, my kid's fantastic and I wrote some fucking music.

I even realised (which would be obvious to most people that aren't retarded) that if I take Corben swimming on a day that I plan to drink, I can make up for the hideous additional calories and balance my comedy diet balance sheet in a way that makes me and Corben happy. Which is just what I did yesterday.

As far as ticking all the boxes goes, I feel like a motherfucking superstar.

Now please excuse me while I gently fall asleep into an inviting plate of beans on toast.

:)