It’s not Mothers’ Day over here in the UK, we get that outta the way back in March. It’s always a notable time of year here because all of a sudden all of the podcast hosts turn to hawking flowers and chocolates and I always turn to the calendar paranoid. Hell, at least in the run up they might actually be advertising something that could be useful to somebody.

I crashed hard yesterday. I should have expected it I guess, it’s something that I literally always do. A big project comes to an end and then immediately, consciously I feel like shit, it’s just the way of it innit. Our theatre company will be producing something before too long, I know it. As it stands I’ve actually got an audition lined up for Monday, who knows I guess, I was planning on delaying my return to the stage until I’d dealt with the trans thing but… Not doing it is literally killing me.

I know I said that I’d have exciting things to say given that I actually had some time off this week. What I did instead was sleep. A lot. I been catching around ten, eleven hours a night. I was the gym every day, I wrote a little and watched some fun films and some homework films and played more video games than I’ve had the chance to in a while. I cut real loose.

Can someone tell me how to do twitter?

Sorry I ain’t managed to get many reviews up this week. All my commitments seemed to land at once and it’s Saturday evening right now, the only chance I’ve had to write since like Tuesday. At least I caught Unsane the one evening I spent without commitments, I think I love it more than the four stars I gave it.

I’m back.