That means a lot

My little four year olds are coming soon for their singing lesson, so somehow I'm going to paint a tenacious smile on and visit little kid world for half an hour. I am still really very quite tired, hazy, having trouble stringing words together into normal sentences, watching sunlight through thick curtains, eating breakfast in the afternoon...


Last night was mad funs. I had to give a speech at uni to tell prospective students how awesome the course is, which was whatever, but I couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed and unreal, remembering so clearly how it felt to be sandwiched between my parents, pointing out my course in the booklet and trying to stop myself from getting too attached to the dreamy idea of actually getting in! And here I am now, halfway through first year, so dreamily happy to be at the VCA and telling everyone else how good it is to be here too. Sometimes the universe really does help us out. 


I didn't much fancy the idea of standing in a sweaty bar on my own waiting for my friends to arrive at a gig we were going to, so I filled in an hour or so drinking coffee and reading 'The  Catcher in the Rye,' which kind of took me away and made me late. In another dreamy way. The waiter saw me reading on my own and put a little candle on my table next to my book. Such sweet and lovely things that happen! 


And of course the gig was great. Saskwatch at the Cherry Bar - get down in the next few weeks, they are huge and mad and electric. Cherry was as packed as I've seen any room ever. I swear to God there was about ten different people touching me at once and we were all swimming in an ocean of communal soulful sweat, stomping side to side on the thick sticky floor. 


We are young! Bless!