Shoes and Eyes

Back again. I went to go see Joanna Newsom tonight at The Festival Hall. I went alone but found Kolli and Caitlin and they were sitting in the same row as me which was nice. I really wanted ice-cream, but there wasn't any, then I wanted crisps but the que was too long. Before she started I wished I had put different shoes on; I nearly fell down the stairs twice (I'm not sure that the Tequila has left my system completely from my blind drunk Sunday night) so maybe it wasn't the shoes at all - just me. Well she was beautiful and her songs were pretty and all those things. Now I'm here dreaming of other things and nothing much at all. I wish my head would stop being fuzzy and that I could fall to sleep and wake up at regular hours. I wish I could get round to doing all the things I want to do, instead of sitting and thinking about nothing untill it gets dark and I have to sleep again. Tomorrow I will get up at a regular hour and go and write in Costa Coffee - even if I don't want to really and I actually do want to stare at my wall all day... I will get up and go and sit in the coffee shop, I will write something lovely and be happy that I decided to do this. I think I have lost my mind, but it's ok, I might find it in my sleep. I have make up in my eyes ...