- crazy, scary accountant sends me bill (3 months after I fire him for being a wacko) for over a thousand pounds. He didnt even do my accounts.
- my MAC DIED!!!!!!!!!! noooooooooooo - this has happened before but not at such a crucial time!! I'm devastated and go to Simons to cry.
- On my way home from Simon's get para about scary accountant knowing where I live and call Alex to come over. He doesnt because he is a loser.
- Someone else picks me up, kindly and we spend a nice Friday together.
Friday is generally better despite it raining all day. I can feel a cold coming on which I ain't got time for so I call MK to let him know I cant come Bestival. Not taking a no for an answer, he makes me come and i spend Saturday and Sunday in the coldest, wettest, muddiest place. In felt like London in the diseased Victorian times. And the van was full of cigarette smoke. I wish I never went. I arrive back in London at 3am Sunday night, Inhale some fresh air and walk partway home.
Monday I wake up practically dying with what I think is glandular fever. Self diagnosis thanks to NHS helpline. Its Friday and I'm still really sick. Feels like I've been punched in the throat and chucked in a big tumble dryer, I'm all achy and sweaty. Nice! Another week wasted when I could be doing work. And this morning I get a phone bill for £500.30. I love my life.
To ease the pain I've been listening to tons of Madlib/Dilla/Oh No beat CDs that Adrian gave me years ago, wishing I was back in Cali with the sun shining on me. I've also listened to KMD's Black Bastards album 3 times and this particular song about 12 times....Enjoy!