I wish I could sleep in. I woke up with butterflies and dread as usual.
I ate a pain aux raisins and an almond polenta cake and felt sick, but I don’t know if it was because of the cake and the quantity or my feelings about the Hayward show.
I woke up with Jimmy fear. Jimmy is the name of the dog I just got. I can’t distinguish between Jimmy fear and exhibition fear. I watched House of Fools on TV and felt a lot better.
I did an interview about the album Mind Trap which just came out. The journalist asked me what I thought of it and I didn’t know. Later, I thought of some things.
I rehearsed all day with my band because of the gig on Saturday. It was hard work. The last gig I thought we played badly, so I wanted to try to work on it.
I woke up and thought: “Oh no, I’ve got to write this thing for The Independent. I’ve got to do it because I said I would.”
Writing things down, it seems like it’s only the bad things that come to mind.