Last nights' singer-songwriters night was a fizzer, with no-one showing up until right at the end, as I was about to pack everything up. Yeah, it's disappointing, but that's the way it goes.
I know I'm going to be one of those uneventful news stories where they find my remains like a month after I've died here at home alone. No-one is going to miss me if I don't appear at places anymore, and no-one is going to follow-up after me to check to see if I'm OK. No seriously, you wait and see. Thems' the breaks.
I'm not well, and I make no apologies for felling shitty because of that - no pun intended.
Peas be with ewe
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