Day 6:

It's nearly 3am. I'll be brief. I didn't do much domestic stuff. I spent most of the day at a video shoot and most of the night at gigs. I did get my exercise done and, just now, I've sketched out some rhymes for the first time in ages. Has nothing to do with what they're supposed to but it's something. It doesn't flow quite as well as I'd like and I haven't tried it with a beat but, like I said, it's something. I even have a vague, vague idea for a chorus.

Lyrics:

Her eyes don’t dance quite like I thought they might. Slight of build but strong of will, I’d sighted something vibrant in her temperament when first we met that night which filled me with the ill-informed intrigue of the inveterately romantic gentleman’s archetypal flight of fantasy but, unfortunately, I was misled. Once again, instead of confidence, I met with self-defence – bruised sentiment crudely obscured by tactless intellect. I wouldn’t really care if she’d just be honest. Nobody’s perfect. Yet, across the salt and pepper shakers, I can once again see a barrier taking shape as a quaking figure seeks to veil shame behind vacant displays of flirtation and mind games.