Demotivated

I am absolutely shattered. Heavy unicorn costume, ambient heat, lack of air circulation, dancing.

Today I just rested, drank water and ate tinned fish. Can of mackerel on toast mashed up with some cheese and cream and baked for 8 minutes. Can of sardines with tomatoes on toast. No sense pushing the boat out at the moment. I’m skint, but like the finer things, and I needed to rebuild myself after overspending last night. I’m all about working out how to do the finer things for cheap right now. I booked a gig late August, but I fear there’s a big “tick” by my name in my agent’s office, so the only person looking for work in the gap is gonna be me. A little bit of driving, a little bit of unicorn dancing. And so the world goes round. I’m very good at finding the weird things. The weird things are very good at finding me.

I’ve got two pressurised barrels of good quality booze that need to be tapped in the next month. If anyone has ideas about how to turn that into money I’m listening. One stout and one ipa. I’m tempted to run some sort of pop up summer event. If I get a pressurised dispenser second hand for about £400 then I can likely sell the contents of the kegs to offset the dispenser cost. Then I’ll always have the dispenser and it’s not like I won’t work more shows where it isn’t all used.

The East India Company thing will perfectly fit in to stop me from running out of tinned mackerel. It might not provide steak, but mackerel is protein and makes me happy too.

I’m tired and uninspired today. Likely gonna open a can of horrible free flavoured soda and dump some of it into a glass of Japanese whisky. Then drink it, pass out, and try tomorrow out for size. I might have put on the telly but Tom is staying over. I might have played computer games but I’m bored out of my skull with FF12 and too stubborn to start something new. I might have read a book but I’ve got nothing at the mo. This is one of those interim days. Sleep will bring new motivation, I reckon.

I’m gonna be busy and then I’ll wake up. The guys from the club night loved our energy, but I bet that both of us have been useless today as a result. I certainly have. Haven’t bothered calling her and asking. She wouldn’t answer anyway.