Way oversleep. Up and make traditional Saturday breakfast, despite the fact that it’s Sunday. My foot is feeling a lot better today (was hurting yesterday and very early this morning when I felt the bathroom call, so the fact that it’s not hurting when I get up is slightly mysterious).
After breakfast, sit around for a bit.
Write and test a setlist, or a pair of setlists, for Friday. It might work, if I can remember it all. For some reason, two lists of five songs seems to be more difficult to memorise than one list of ten songs.
Go out for a run. A little less strained than the other day. Maybe I’m suddenly fitter. Maybe it’s because that was Thursday and I was tired, and this is Sunday, and I’ve done basically nothing for two days.
After running, spend far too long dithering before I stretch and shower, so it gets very late.
Go to the supermarket, get beefburgers and apples. Get home, cook the burgers and get chips. Dinner is basically burger and chips, then. Self-indulgent, yet austere. I eat apples afterwards to make up for the veglessness.
YouTube has decided that because I watched a documentary about Lynch’s Dune I’m suddenly interested in everything Dune-related, which isn’t strictly true. Do watch some of the out-takes on offer. The original ending, for example, is very Shakesperian.
An old edition of Have I Got News For You, made before the referendum. What larks.
Total Recall (the original and proper one). I miss the irrefutable evidence that the whole thing is a dream, but it’s obviously the case. The film it’s most like, in a lot of ways, is Existenz, though that has a lot less nasty violence, and this has a lot less mutant fish guns. 100% less.