Scotland, here we come..

Tomorrow is Friday morning. I'm getting up at around 5.30 am to shower and iron clothes, before meeting the guys at around 6.30. We're picking Kimba straight up after his night shift from Tesco at 7am in the morning before beginning the journey. The AA website says it should take 7 hours.. so we're estimating 9 or 10 in the van. I haven't even thought about the gig, I'm just thinking of as many things to stop me going insane in those ten hours. My trusty DS will occupy my for about an hour before my head feels fuzzy, a book will last about 30 minutes before I feel queasy. I'll burn off a copy of the Arcade Fire album so I can check it out properly, and there's earplugs for when ten types of hell inevitably get unleashed through the van's now-working sound system, but after that, boredom and restlessness/irritability/cabin fever sets in.. and if that doesn't drive us all insane, the journey back will.