SHITFACED - Friday 18 September

Well don't I feel like a total stooge? The end of the week and I'm tired, over-worked and really just in need of deep sleep so I can get to work the next day with a fresh brain that can fire on all six creative cylinders but I opt to get shitfaced on free beer instead.

True, a good time was had but the fact that I woke the next day and forgot half the work I had to do, did a very average job harnessing a unique opportunity to do some cool work, let people down... let myself down... well, I gotta look at myself.

Was one shattering, clattering night of drunken blabbering really worth the wretched day that followed? It sounds really rock and roll, don't it? Getting rat-arsed and then rolling out of bed to smoke a cigarette and pound a coffee, put on the shades and go take photographs. But this week it affected my work.

This is normally where I would try to tie the experience into some sort lesson for you all. Y'know, 'We all need to focus if we want to take over the world.' But I won't because it wasn't you was it? It was me. I fucked up, yes, but what is worse is that I was mediocre. I like getting sloppy, messy, shitfaced drunk but this week I didn't earn it. I'm in debt to the gods of hedonism this week.

I should go do some push-ups or something.