Not a perfect day

Rough day with Master Four Year Old... Can you tell?
It was one of those days were nothing was listened to, and anything that was, he did the exact opposite of. The tough days with him hit hard, because he's usually so lovely.

Actually, it was just a rough day in general. Master Four Year Old's behaviour, the sudden heat is screwing with my guitars, the aftermath of yesterday's emotional upheaval.

That said, I received an invite to an invite only gig for a notable local musician when he's in Melbourne next weekend, and that invite had a 'plus one' attached. I have a friend who is in the final weeks of high school... She's a host and DJ at a local radio station. I've extended the invite to her as my 'plus one', which excited her. I've also asked about getting an interview for her with the musician. Poor girl was lost for words.
Knowing that a seemingly small gesture on my part has made someone so happy is a good feeling. It lifted my mood.

Now I'm just tired. Emotionally drained. My brain and body are not my friends right now.

"This is my brain, and I live in it.
It's made of love and bad song lyrics.
It's tucked away behind my eyes
Where all my screwed thoughts can hide,
'Cause God forbid, I hurt somebody.
And the weirdest thing about a mind,
Is that every answer that you find
Is a basis of a brand new cliche.
This is my brain, and it's fine.
It's where I spend the fast majority of my time.
It's not perfect, but it's mine.
It's not perfect,
I'm not quite sure I've worked out how to work it.
It's not perfect, but it's mine."
~ Not Perfect - Tim Minchin