It's insomnia 3am again. Okay, it's 3:31 now but I woke up half an hour ago, as it is tradition.

Been a busy week, stood up to my team manager yesterday and I'm still a bit angry but also happy that I finally opened my mouth.

I used every lunch break to set up the Tr8S and the TB3 and trained how to play what I think could be a set. I'm still thinking I could do better but there is always a point to start at. One day I will do better. Yes, I compare it to that set I played at last years GPN but that was just awesome and pure luck (since I prepared nothing and let the 303 constantly generate random note patterns to play). I try not to repeat that, fuck up and be unhappy with myself.

So many cool and awesome but also sad and cruel things happen last year, that I'm very careful what I wish for. We lost two cats last year, both who were very focused on me personally. Varla was basically my shadow for 15 years and Kurt turned out to be my little snugglekitten until... that car. Nope, not going there now.

Fucking brain races in the middle of the night. But I hope this calms me down so that the melatonine can kick in.