… but I was clearly, totally wrong to have worries.
I’m happier at this moment than I’ve been in a week, after the clusterfuck weekend that has left me rattled and frightened and generally freaked out in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever felt. I’ve not been sleeping well, I’ve been reclusive and bordering on depressive, and I haven’t been able to talk about it with almost anyone.
I worried that the time alone in the car, paired with Ellis Paul’s tendency to play music that skews sad, would only compound these feelings.
But as it turned out, a change of scenery and some solitude (as is so often the case) has done me good. I can’t wait to see Ellis play in an hour or so.
I’m glad I came, and I really hope this is the beginning of the road to recovery.
Cheers.