Imagine the most disappointing Christmas ever

This morning I was thinking.. Imagine waking up on Christmas morning, running down the stairs to the tree, all the while being sick everywhere because you are so excited. There are four identical, rectangular presents lying underneath the tree with your name on. You open them to find four VHS box sets..

Never have enough time for anything

Being in a band takes up a lot of time. As standard you have to write songs, play gigs and rehearse as well as complete the occasional session of recording. On top of this you may also have to juggle things like videos (planning, recording and editing), managing the band's website and emailing people to persuade them you are the greatest band in the world (more often than not unsuccessfully).

Furthermore we all have to hold down day jobs.. apart from Lloyd anyway, who is at university and currently approaching the deadline for his one million page long dissertation (about the evolution of Zombie films - who would have guessed?).

Yesterday stressed me out a little. I'm currently trying to put together a website for a promo campaign that we'll be running shortly. I'm not too hot at web design but I get quite obsessed with it once I get started. I think I spent around 12 hours trying to get it finished.. only to break for Hell's Kitchen (Chicken's feet? Get a grip Grobelaar) and 24 (Is it just me or has this program got really bad?).

I didn't even get chance to do any 'paid' work or get started on painting the 200-picket-long fence which I helping my Dad with. Perhaps I should have just done work and paid someone to do the website for me? I guess I am far too controlling and stubborn (contrubborn) to do that though.

Don't get me wrong though, I love doing all this even though it makes me poor, stressed, tired and grumpy. Also it alienates me from all my friends.

I bought a knife sharpener the other day.