SUPERSONIC SHED DAY 4

Today got off to a strange start, as I had a strange dream about someone strangling me and awoke to find a hand around my neck, which I fended off with the same immediacy as a moth flying towards my face.  I realised that the person strangling me, was me, because I had been sleeping in a funny position and my left arm had gone numb, therefor giving off the effect of being strangled by someone else.  I cant imagine the reaction of a passer by seeing some kind of bizarre horizontal arm battle in a supersonic shed, first thing in the morning. 

Well today has been difficult,  the blood doesn't seem to be flowing in my legs very well.
I am feeling disorientated and finding it hard to focus, it's also annoying playing basket ball as the hard astro turf floor sound like a big bass drum on impact.  I am finding myself holding off using the loo because the artist here is self conscious of my loo activity and I have  to  say so am I.  I have had some assistance for collection, but passing over a bag with one of my natures calls inside it, just at the point where I have switched on the live web cam, doesn't help my quest for insight.  The door slides partially open, I very discreetly pass the bag  over, only to receive the response

'Oooh that's a big one Matt, you must have been eating well'.  I quickly slide the door and retract to my hole slightly shamed with a damaged ego.  I really don't want to sound crude when I impart a toilet activity to you the reader.  But it is as much a part of this  experience as anything else.  The technique with the chemical toilet and a bio degradable bag was recommended to me by a friend who lived on a house boat.  It feels strange but I am slowly getting accustomed to it.  It doesn't help though when one of the other artists in the gallery turns up and bellows out :
'so how many have you done so far then ? '  

My privacy extends as far as one hanging zebra patterned bed cover. If that comes unattached from the bolt, during a toilet experience on the weekend, then I am doomed.

Well this is it, I am in here for the long haul, the meditation is definitely helping though, but this is one of the toughest challenges I have ever set myself.  Possibly even tougher  than my John O Groats to Lands end journey on my push scooter. 

In a weird way, I am relieved that today has been difficult.  It means, I know what I am working with.  The food donations have been out of this world.  Mervin who runs an art gallery on the seafront has been very helpful.  And my eyes nearly popped out when Bites turned up with a box of healthy vegan grub, thumbs up to Heather Mills for the nosh.  Somewhere in between all of this, there has been pea soup and amazing food from the ' Enter The Clutter'  art collective.  Today has been quiet on the passer by front and my instant plant in a tin is not instant. 

I am missing stand up comedy though and the pub, cant wait to get back on the mic. I would love to get my hands one of those stair exercisers to keep circulating blood in the super sonic shed.