I am ready for home now. The tiredness has taken over and although I am able to conjure up the stores of energy to do the show. Tonight I even managed to do an extra gig at Political Animal, but I was running on autopilot, doing stuff from last year and not quite knowing how it was coming out of my mouth, because if I stopped to think about it I wouldn't have known what I had to say next.
I am emotional too. This afternoon drinking coffee I found myself welling up reading the REVIEW of the new film "Knocked Up". If a review of a film can affect you, then you know you're in a sensitive state. Luckily I was able to laugh at my stupidity which stopped me shedding actual tears over nothing in Starbucks. But clearly I am in need of a holiday. So lucky I am having one.
Still, only two shows to go and I couldn't be happier that the Underbelly doesn't stay open on the disappointing last Monday. Numbers have been really down this week for everyone and I only sold 140 seats tonight, but felt bad for worrying about this when I met another morose comic who had had 9 in. Hopefully tomorrow should be a big one, but with the Gervais effect, who knows (scratch that - he's on Sunday apparently?
In good news though, Sarah Kendall has managed to negotiate compensation for all the things wrong with the flat this year and the agency are sending cleaners to tidy up the place once we're gone. The house is a tip, so it's good to not have to worry about that and I now have carte blanche to make it as messy as possible.
I think tomorrow I will start to pack. Shepherd's Bush Monday night. A Thai beach Wednesday morning. And it's been a great Fringe, so almost crying in coffee shops over nothing aside things are pretty good.
