Some friends of Brian and I are in town, Rob and Amy. I wanna go hang with them in the pub but right now my entire system is rejecting the booze. I don’t want it. And I’m not yet in a place where I can go be with boozy people and not step in. So I’ve put myself to bed.
It’s not even seven, but I’ve got a recall audition tomorrow after a dayjob shift at the old invigilation game. It’s resit week. I was there today presiding over the usual shitshow. Loads of them didn’t even show up. These are the ones who have to take it again so often there’s plenty of stuff going on. Nice lot though, and only ten of them but six different exams so it was a paperwork bonanza and I had to stay on top of it. They’ve frozen my card for access to lots of places because I’ve been working there on and off for so long they just automatically reset things like with a driving licence. I first did this in like 2003 when Abigail got me in shortly after we left drama school. She’s far too resourceful to still be ticking over with it, she jumped ship decades ago but I’m still letting it tick over. It takes less than ten minutes to get to work from my bed. On days that would otherwise be unused, I can make a bit of positive stack and be in a concentrated room for a few hours. It’s a decent enough place to remember lines so long as I remember not to say them out loud.
Early hot bath despite the temperature and now it’s a toss up between a few hours reading Infinite Jest or a few hours playing Skyrim. I think I’ll veer towards the paper as it is compulsive. Great big massive fucking tome, but it has been on my shelf for years and my last two books were both Stephen King so now’s the time. Teenage Lord of the Rings enthusiast means I’m at home to a fat book. It’s easy to forget to read books with all this information in our pocket, but like cash it’s both use it or lose it and ancient.
I’m tired. Happy I made the decision to take care of myself this evening. Hopefully will start to feel a bit less heavy before too long. Boundless energy has been my schtick for too long for me to be turning down a night on the town for a book and a bath. But pajamas and slippers are calling tonight and I’m gonna hear that call and listen to myself within it.
AlBarclay 