mad_andy

Maiden tomorrow! It's going to be bloody awesome, we have seats so I won't be getting the bejesus kicked out of me down the front and it's just going to kick seven shades of ass.

Of course, anxiety is kicking my ass hard. *Sigh*

Immediately after the Maiden gig, we're heading down to Dover and getting a ferry across to France, then driving to the Rosrock festival in Rossum, Holland. Well. Slay's driving....

Seeing Zico, staying in a hotel, coming home Monday. Yes I'm looking forward to it but argh, criminey, if the anxiety would just give me a break I'd enjoy it a lot more. *Sigh*

( However, this picture cheered me up immensely! )

I'm having an anxious day.

I think it's because the V helpful doods over on the lurcherlist found me a place for Pepsi. With a trainer in Oxford. Errr. Argh. Ugh.

Over my dead fucking body. (I wouldn't trust the local trainers any further than I could throw their corpses after running them over repeatedly in my little pink car.)

Thankfully, Claire at White Lodge has mailed me to say that there is a good possibility of a chance that she can get her in at the weekend. Cross everything that it works out...

However. I had to ring and explain things to people I'd never spoken to before. Dude. Scary. (I have an anxious thing about phone use, OK? It's why texting is such a godsend. And the 'net.) So I rang and promptly forgot my own telephone number. Had to ring back and leave suitably grovelly message, I'm not a nutter, honest.

*Trembles*

Anxious day.

Bah.