dear diary

its 1925.

i'll probably get home by 9pm.

I'm busy at work but I have a lot on my mind. a lot of worries. A lot of woe.

The one thing I just wanted to share.

I'm listening to the glastonbury coverage on iplayer. Sleaford mods had really impressed me, also Run The Jewels. Really entertaining music.

it's 1 am.

I'm reading a big bunch of magazines.

Wednesday is a bad luck day in my experience.

I am braced that this coming wednesday will be no different.

This week history will happen. I'm working at a newspaper masterminding a contract for a young up and coming cartoonist (younger than me - but I'm not spring chicken anymore), and masterminding a summer rota for illustration.

The general election is tomorrow. I feel like its the calm before the storm. I'm barely thinking about it.But in my work, in my job. EVERYTHING is about the election. I feel like I' ma little bit able to let it go, but I also feel like in other ways, I am definitely not able to let go.