10th March
I drove home from Southampton in the early hours of the morning after the State Champs gig. It's been a while since I've gone on a decent length drive and I'd forgotten how much I enjoy it. In particular I'm fond of driving through the night when I can see the road stretching out for miles. It's also one of the few times I feel like an adult, which is a notion that I'm still struggling with. Let's not dwell on how old I am.
The M3 was closed upon my return, forcing me to detour through some obscure Hampshire villages, including a place called Ropley. Surely there's nowhere called Ropley. Ropley sounds like the response you'd get if you put an American on the spot to name a British place. I'm not even going to get started on Bighton.
Anyway, I've done very little today other than attempt to sleep off what remains of my week away of work in my ongoing effort to "Work Through Some Stuff"™. I'll let you know how that goes.
The M3 was closed upon my return, forcing me to detour through some obscure Hampshire villages, including a place called Ropley. Surely there's nowhere called Ropley. Ropley sounds like the response you'd get if you put an American on the spot to name a British place. I'm not even going to get started on Bighton.
Anyway, I've done very little today other than attempt to sleep off what remains of my week away of work in my ongoing effort to "Work Through Some Stuff"™. I'll let you know how that goes.
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