'What if I can't do any work in the studio?'
'Everyone hates the work I make anyway'
and such madness as
'What if I leave the house and I am attacked by a giant groups of yobs!?'
(I don't particularly live in the nicest part of Leeds, some have referred to it as 'The Ghetto of Hyde Park')
and other such excuses ('But it's reeeeally cold!). Apparently I had suddenly become and elderly lady with a phobia of youths today and the outside world. I'm quite an anxious person actually and if I let these black holes envelope me I just become mega counter productive. So today I decided to finally break it and actually leave the house today.
