Day 158
I lose the thread of my days when I don’t get this done in the morning. Time is really slipping through my fingers right now. It’s not that there are… Continue Reading
Day 157
Very very late for me today, and I’m missing Bake Off: The Professionals to write this. Another revelation from my rock ‘n’ roll life for you. This morning I had… Continue Reading
Day 156
Of course, I wake up the morning after the day before, and the ebb and flow of the disease brings with it regret, remorse, and guilt. I am up and… Continue Reading
Day 155
Let’s face it. Self-editing is all very well, but depression knows no self-editing. I slept solidly but badly, if that makes sense, was at my desk here by 7:45 putting… Continue Reading
Day 154
Depression is a pernicious disease. There is no catalyst or cause for it. It just comes and goes. The day before yesterday (which I wrote about yesterday), I crossed a… Continue Reading
Day 153
Yesterday had been a good day, a day on which I got so much done that I’d wanted to do. I went off on my walk in good spirits, a… Continue Reading
Day 152
It was my decision to start writing this late today. There was so much I had to do, wanted to do, day job-wise, because it is the first day of… Continue Reading
Day 151
Over the last week or so, I’ve been working on a song with the brilliant Marina Florance. This is probably the most complex song we’ve worked on together, and it’s… Continue Reading
Day 150
The world is peopled by idiots. Sorry, that’s perhaps too much of a generalisation. But – I’m just home from taking A to work, and the number of people driving… Continue Reading
Day 149
M and I watched Le Week-End last night, which (spoiler alert) despite its hopeful ending (and great acting) left me feeling a little deflated. Maybe that was in part due to… Continue Reading