Slept til noon today thanks to some sleeping pills. I’m so exhausted. I can’t take much more of this being in a different bed every night, but a girl has to make a living.
No, it’s not an excerpt from “Butterfield 8“, just a lame attempt to update the diary after three months of touring. I miss writing, but I can barely speak in coherent sentences let alone compose entire paragraphs.
Only two more shows, Brighton and Leicester, and then back home.