The mouth of madness

Today I was awake from the day before. I finally went to bed at 10am. I woke at 4.

I had some vodka, a bath, and got ready to see Rob Zombie. After 2 and a half hours of bouncing on a floor I was sure would collapse under the weight of 2000 people, I've came home, got out of my corset and my heels, ate greasy chinese and got into bed. Over on my facebook, 200 pictures of the Zombie gig are uploading. 200 exactly, I'm that good.

My feet hurt.

It was a damn good show.