I got lost twice today: once on the way to a recording studio when I was actually in the building, looking for unit thirteen, for fifteen minutes, and then again in Peckham for an hour, trying to find my way back to a street one street away from the original one. I have walked nearly nine miles in the most uncomfortable shoes ever created by mankind, as well as trying out a variety of different buses.
I Almost Cried again.
It feels so good to be home drinking tea. The shoes are in the corner, in disgrace.