Last minute dot gone

I've got a million and one things I need to to do, but I'll still lie in bed all morning. I will sit at the computer and resolve to get some important document for work done, but decide that my hard disks need organising. I'll get completely distracted by tiny things that make me disproportionately cross, like the state of my local newspaper or the shouting Americans on my TV, and devote energy to writing a half-arsed blog instead of writing job applications ('blog', by the way, is not considered acceptable by the in-program spell-checker. I expect you knew that).

Not that I haven't got a job. I just want a new one. And music keeps me busy enough without the distraction of my 'real' job. Anyhow, is it me? I don't know whether I'm doing that thing males do, using some slack part of my brain to do some distractive activity while the rest of it subconsciously deals with the big stuff. Or perhaps I'm knackered and I'm somehow being forced into relaxing. Maybe I'm just disorganised. Or leave everything to the last minute come what may, so even when I have the time I don't use it effectively. I can envisage some point later today when I'll feel glad I've reorganised my hard drives, posted a blog, found out about faster broadband, and collected my repaired guitar. I'll be ready to do some song preparation or some important document writing.

Next week I'm playing a half hour set of my own songs in Hove. There are four acts, I'm on first. I suspect they know I'm really old and want me to get finished in time so I can get an early night. Still. Hopefully there'll be a few people there and I can find out how the songs hold up. I have enough, even though I'm not the most prolific songwriter in the world. The best thing is it will force me to make sure the newer songs are ready to go. Even if I don leave it to the last minute.