It’s not all sex, drugs and rock and roll
I continue to climb the walls and chomp at the bit.
Although that sounds like a near-impossible piece of multi-tasking.
I feel fine.
I feel ridiculously good.
I am bored rigid.
And yet by the time the early evening comes around, I feel really weary.
Is that an after-effect?
Or is that just me getting knackered towards the end of the day?
I’ve been told that I can no longer donate blood.
This makes me unbelievably sad.
Giving blood has something I’ve been doing for many years.
I know I’m a common as muck O Positive, but that’s not the point.
I’m on the national organ donor’s database.
Which is something.
I keep getting phone calls from Taylor Swift.
I wish she’d just stop.
I know it’s the beard.
And the motorbike.
But Jesus, Taylor, enough is a enough.
Give it a rest eh?