Let's Twitch Again

I'm very tired today; to the point where the screen in front of me keeps blurring and my mind can't resist wondering to exotic, sunny places. There's no particular reason for this. For the past couple of months I have been struggling to sleep at night - a side effect of all the passport drama and other personal stuff which I am actually now quite used to. Sleep is the first thing to go when I'm stressed out, but as it's always been that way I have developed coping mechanisms - namely shifting my body into high gear so it can run on very little sleep and lots of adrenaline. I can go on like this for months at a time if needs be. The second side effect is a more recent and previously unheard of (for me at least) sympton - The Twitch. It started 3 or 4 weeks ago now, and has mainly been concentrated in my right eyelid. It's an incredibly annoying place to have a twitch, because if people look closely and catch me doing it, it appears that I am winking lasciviously at them. It comes and goes randomly - in fact, I can be having a peaceful, relaxing day and suddenly BAM! My eyelid starts twitching maniacally. Last week it migrated from my eyelid to my left nostril (what is it with the left aside of my face?). I honestly can't decide which one is worse - to be seen as a perverted winker or a snobby nostril-flarer. Sometimes - not often - it actually manages to twitch in both places at once. I just go sit in the loo for a bit when that happens.

I googled The Twitch as I was starting to get worried when it didn't stop after a week. According to one website, the most common cause of twitches is fatigue and stress. Either that or I have Tourette's. Not to stereotype or anything, but I'm not yelling out swear words at inappropriate times yet, so I'm guessing it's the fatigue and stress. It's also psychic - it knows when I'm thinking or talking about it. Just now as I started writing, it started up with a vengeance.

My passport arrived on Monday with my old visa restamped in it. I was excited to have it back, but as I'm not quite out of the woods yet, I'll wait til next week to update you fully once I know where I stand. Anyway, I've slept quite well over the last few nights, which is why I don't understand my excessive fatigue this morning.

Last night I helped out on a Sara Bareilles gig broadcast live on Capital Radio. The station ran a competition where people could win the chance to watch the broadcast and meet Sara, who is in London to promote her latest single after opening for Lenny Kravitz on his tour of Germany. I was a chaperone, which meant organising pizza and beer for the winners, and escorting them around the building while making sure they were safe, happy and informed. I also got to watch Sara perform her smash hit Love Song, and her second, as yet unreleased single, Bottled Up. I'd only heard Love Song a few times on the radio, and wasn't really blown away, but she was absolutely incredible live. She is one of those rare artists whose voice actually sounds better live than over the radio, and coupled with her spunky personality, she was a pleasure to watch. In person she's tiny and very pretty, but in a girly way, if that makes sense. What I mean is, I think her looks appeal more to girls than to guys, as she is not intimidatingly beautiful. For her final song, she did a cover of Genie in a Bottle, and she changed it up to suit her more soulful voice. Very original, very surprising.

Overall it was a fun evening, and I am getting to know the Events Team on Capital - a good move if I plan on going in that direction in the future. I've offered to help out at any future gigs so hopefully there will be more celeb gossip for you. Now if only someone truly scandalous like Pete Doherty would come in - I could write pages!!!