
It's a diary on the internet - I think.
So I may as well use my blog as a diary of my feelings as I move towards my book launch. My very own book launch. My very own personal feelings.
Most people won't give a flying f about what I feel, and I can quite appreciate that, but I thought it may be mildly interesting to a few, including me when I look back in years to come. So here goes...
It's Monday, and the book launch of Muddy Water is next Sunday.
It's far enough away that I don't yet have to unduly worry,

So I trepidatiously send a text to Jo, on the hope that she's still up for performing the song that she's written specially, on the day. She says she's looking forward to it too, so I feel I can relax a little - by listening to some Steely Dan and then sitting back to watch an old episode of Top Gear.
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