33. 4th February 2025. But only just.

2.40am.

Went to bed at 12.15. Slept. For nearly an hour. Didn't drink last night. Except for a late night single malt. Which doesn't really count.

Then I was awake. Laying there. And my internal monologue? Nothing to do with the play that I now have a 'go' for, that I suddenly realised yesterday afternoon I now have to actually write (this being a whole new experience for me, a play that will go on sale before I've actually started, let alone finished, the script).

No, my internal monologue is going:

You know that new Wilco cover mount that came with Uncut?

I do

There's two versions of Spiders (Kidsmoke) on it

I'm aware

How different can they actually be

I don't know

Have you listened to it

You know I haven't, the disc tray on the knackered Blu Ray I'm using as a cd player is playing silly buggers again

How does the song go? You know, the version you already know...

And that's what I'm awake for. I'm trying to figure out how Spiders (Kidsmoke), which is great, though not as great as Impossible Germany, goes. In the middle of the bloody night. 

Thanks brain.