As I await the release of Number 11 with abated breath, I start to wonder how much of the past will come and smack me in the face.
The promotion schedule's been lined up, some really exciting plans are in the works, Wonderful Music have warned me of tough days ahead.
Tough. Days.
Ha.
Will it perhaps require me standing in minus four degrees in a singlet with pelting ice? Or living in a glass box with cameras switched on 24/7 ala Truman show? Explain to the world the monstrosity of a much publicised event? Or would it require the most painful fear of facing your acne in the mirror?
I recollect my past with some amusement. And a little twitch. But most of all I feel so freaking grateful.