Not myself

I’m a bit at sea today. By that I mean drowning. No not really, I just feel a bit weighted down by everything and am exhausted. So writing my blog at 3 on a sunday afternoon instead of ‘ doing stuff’ really isn’t going to help. Oh well.

I’m about to start a manic 8 weeks of filming for the new programme - DSD (BBC2, from tomorrow 7.15 to 8am). It’ll be great, but not without stress. I’m pretty much co-producing 6 minutes of each show, filming in the morning, editing in the afternoon and then it goes out the next day. Good times. I’m not getting anywhere with jobs though, so it’s looking like i’ll be unemployed come August. Bad times. Have two more to apply for this week, and then we’ll see.

Am going to the Latitude Festival (www.latitudefestival.com) this weekend which should be fun. I’ve never really been to a proper, camping, musical festival before, so it’ll be fun to do the whole not showering thing for a weekend. Plus it’s near home, so I get to see the folks. And I get to hang out with some of my best friends. Hurrah.

I’m going to eat. And possibly sleep. I’m currently dating (I love that word, it makes me feel semi-american) so I want to see the boy too. More about him later, it’s far too much of a hoo har to go into now. Sufjan Stevens is enough to keep me sane today. And this song by John Mayer:

Suppose I said
I am on my best behavior
And there are times
I lose my worried mind

Would you want me when I’m not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?

Suppose I said
Colors change for no good reason
And words will go
From poetry to prose

Would you want me when I’m not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?

And I, in time, will come around
I always do for you

Suppose I said
You’re my saving grace?