1am blues...

1am, can't sleep, Brooke Fraser on a continual loop in my head. Actually a lot has been running through my head, live in general really. I need to get my self a job, but I'm reluctant to do so. I suppose it doesn't help that I'm feeling like the last job (night club photography) were just trying to screw me over. Unfortunately people are like that in the world today. Worrying about my Godspell audition and through a hissy fit about my singing ability this morning. Missing everyone back in New Zealand. Needing a good hug. HAHAHA. I'm such a noob. I think it just because I'm tired. I don't think I'm sleeping very well at the moment. That and I was up nearly all night at Wychwood Festival (I will blog about it eventually). So much is going on between my ears and I wish I could pull a plug and watch it all drain away. Enjoying playing the flute again, not very good though but recalling fingering. Having trouble with sentence construction, maybe because its 1:15am. What else? My book is friken amazing, The likeness, by Tana French. Nealy half way through. I'm glad Suzann Boil didn't win Britain's got Talent, would have gone straight to her head I reckon. I feeling in a very artistic mood, it think I could write a good poem, but I really can't be bothered. Want to write more but really can't be bothered. Hope you enjoyed my blog of nothing, I'm going back to bed! And here's a cat....