In my desparate search for change to do at least one load of laundry, i may just have enough to get in to the burdocks tomorrow. Yaaa!!!(and the villagers rejoice!)

So, go to work at twelve til ten. Then bust down to the seahorse. Play a gig. Bust home. Get whatever sleep that i can. Then work at 7 in the morning til 5. Nap. Then head to stage 9 for the burdocks.

This weekend's gonna kill me.