  Every one whinges about it but I have become a raving insomniac. I'm on tour with Emmanuel doing 43 instore performances in 21 days across 6 cities in 3 different timezones, catching 15 flights, staying in 5 different hotels with 2 other people and I want to kill myself. my body clock is so unalterably reversed that every night I stare up at the hotel ceiling unitil 3am and every morning I wake up at 6am to catch a plain or go to a radio station. I've been doing this for a week now and I've reached a point where I am doing everything on autopilot, without thinking or feeling.
My whole body is numb and, while I crave sleep, I know I cannot have it so I pretend that it's this over-rated commodity that I don't really need to function. It's like my body has given in and is sadly accepting it's fate. And there's still two weeks to go. Last night I was in Melbourne so I DJ'd Room and didn't even go to bed. I look like shit and feel even worse.
I'm starting to scare the little kids who want their singles signed with my eerie, vacant stare and the huge black rings under my eyes. Not even my favourite friend alcohol is giving me any relief. On top of this people hear what I'm doing and tell me how glamorous it must be. I want to punch them in the mouth. I'm doing this all wrong, goddamn it. This shit should only be attempted chemically assisted.
Thank god we're in Perth next week. I'm gonna get the WAPA chemical lab rats to cook me up a batch of the best speedy trucker-drug cookies ever invented, something that'll keep me going for 72 hours straight, stopping for nothin'. Yeah. If I get a inch of spare time I'm gonna tell you about emmanuel's stalkers, all named kerry, in three different states. Right now I'm off to do some more ceiling-staring. ciao 
