I’ve just discovered Cat Power’s music and have spent the last hour reading up about her, her career and the turbulence accompanying it. I love her. When I discover an artist like this, that I like so much, I just wonder why everyone has been keeping it a secret. I do believe my Dad mentioned her to me once back in 2015 or thereabouts, but I never looked into it. Very cool Dad, very cool.

I’m convalescing after my second jab and lying rather awkwardly across my pillows. I’m too lazy even to get comfortable. Half of my housemates are drunk downstairs and the other one is on a call. I have confined myself to my room. The weather is bleak. It’s raining which means I can’t phone my sister. She has COVID but seems to be doing OK. I don’t really feel like chatting on the phone anyway. I don’t feel like chatting at all.

On Friday we went out to Hogshead down the road and had a real time. We danced, drank shots, stole the tinsel from the walls. We were the kind of drunks that you hate. We came back home, smoked a joint and did some tinsel limbo in the street. We danced in the rain. We made a real ruckus, but no one complained. Soon I was in bed and listening to music with Goose until I fell asleep. I think I’m still hanging this Sunday evening. We gave it our all – pure uninhibited everything. That has got to tire one out. I don’t think I have any serotonin left in my brain. I wasn’t even that drunk, but I was all of me. Exhausting work really.

I feel quite safe now in my tower. Tucked away from it all.