Dear Diary,
Today is a busking festival, and I need money badly, so, I must bite the bullet, go and busk. What a fucking nightmare. I like to go where there are no other buskers, so I actually earn enough to eat this day. Any fool can busk, not everyone can play gigs. The gig coming up is seriously On the Flex. More on that nearer the time. Today, I away, to the other side of the Bay, to recieve books that are dispatched, that cleaned me out of cash, for the next module. A200. Mediæval to Modern. Aye. I was wondering whether or not to post up that timeline I made, it is becoming more and more complete as I carry on filling it out.
Stay On the Flex,
Maximus. x x
