This morning

Up at twenty to seven feeling tired and drugged. Coffee and fags by the balcony as usual. I started thinking about the artist's exhibition that I'm setting up for this afternoon, when I had an awful realisation; I'd left the keyboard at the historic building and the place is shut today. I've sent a message to the manager to try and arrange collection today. If I don't hear back I shall have to let the artist know this afternoon that I haven't got anything to play on. Just what I need. Cunt.