Tattoo Day postponed. Poor chap has a rotten cold, bless him. Might make the most of the cinema while it's still open...

Watched #TheLongWalk earlier. Not bad, I guess... But, if, like me, you have severe ADHD and your meds wore off hours ago, I'd highly recommend watching something else. Far too slow for my brain!

Let's be clear – painkillers do not cause autism and vaccines do not cause autism. Large-scale studies have shown that there is no robust, scientific evidence to support this claim. It’s nothing more than fearmongering. This is dangerous, it's anti-science and it's

No, Imposter Syndrome Demon, now is not a good time to make a reappearance. I have stuff to do, songs to learn/re-learn, etc. I do not need you fucking me up with thoughts of falling off stage and losing my voice. Prick.

Gaaaaaah! Have people seriously forgotten how Bcc emails work?! Please, for the love of God, Bcc in contacts! I don't want everyone to know everything! How will I be the mysterious cryptid I aspire to be if everyone knows how to get in touch with me?! I'm joking. Sort of.

No. Call out that shit every damn time. They need telling, calling out, and challenging. Repeatedly. Fuck this nonsense.

Today is my 1000th day sober. One thousand days alcohol free. I wasn't quite sure what I would do when I made it to Day 1000. I really did take it one day at a time. Yay, 1000 days!

So far, M&S are winning with the Halloween Treats for 2025. The Cheesy Bat Fangs are incredible! I need them all year 'round. Please. Yes, I eat them with a cocktail stick because I don't like getting sticky because Sticky = a very sad and anxious Spencer.

Just ordered a mountain of rhinestones. Rhinestoning burlesque costumes is both tedious and time-consuming, while also providing low-level dopamine at the same time. It's heckin' fiddly (which is a little irritating), but it really does help that rhinestones are very sparkly.

So... Taylor Swift... That title track is kinda dull, huh? And wtf are those lyrics?! I really wanted to like it. But I don't think I do. Yet. Maybe it'll grow on me. I don't know.

Saw the moon out of the window briefly. I said hello to the moon, too. Not entirely sure what that says about me, but I'll take it, whatever it is.

No, you're shouting at images of women's underwear on the internet... Why is costuming such a pain in the ass, and why can't I find the perfect pair of pants for my act?!

Heck. Storm Amy has set off someone's car alarm. I want to go to sleep, damn it!

I swear, every time I go to Clydebank, a piece of my soul dies.

[to the tune of Britney Spears' - 'Baby One More Time '] "My uterus is killin' me...!" Why? What for? Why is the demon I might have accidentally summoned squeezing my pelvic area like it's an accordion? Thank the Lord for naproxen. And chocolate.

Spent the day so far yelling obscenities at rhinestones and glue. How is everyone else's Friday going?

Uh huh. First, can you perhaps explain the term 'integration' for me please? Also, as someone who willingly chose to study A-level English 3x, my next question is: Why? For what purpose? Makes no bloody sense.

When you have ARFID and someone gets on the train with hot food...

Well... Looks like I'm going to be hobbling to the stage on Sunday. Hit the deck hard and scraped and bruised the heck out of my knee. I'm hoping for a very colourful bruise, though, to match the one courtesy of the nurse earlier because my veins were being dramatic.

Well, my knee is looking pretty colourful so far today. Heckin' sore,though.