My body clock is so out of whack. I've just spent the last few days in Perth, where I worked 16 hour days (people think touring with rock bands is glamorous... oh, how little they realise) and then I spent today travelling back. All day. My flight was at 9.30am Perth time and landed 3.5 hours later, at 4pm Melbourne time. Then it took me an hour (and $90) in a cab to get home. I was exhausted when I finally got home, but forced myself to stay awake and eat something so I wouldn't go to sleep at 7pm.
That was a dumb idea.
Now I've missed the window of going to sleep and have perked up again. It's almost 1am (which is 10pm Perth time, I think) and my body has no idea what it's supposed to be doing.
Touring is actually quite a cool experience.
Fans can be scary in their obsession. We had one woman in the KISS meet & greet who had Gene Simmons sign her breast, with the intention of going and having it tattooed over the next day.
Fun facts I've discovered: I'm taller than Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley, but Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee tower over me. Having a personalised 'Access All Areas' pass is extremely handy. These are things I would never have experienced first-hand in an average 9-5 job. I have to keep telling myself that when I'm over-tired and annoyed at having to sit in my hotel room clipping lanyards at 1am.
OK, now I think I'm tired enough to get some sleep.
Rock on peeps.