Not really myself, thinking too much about everything. Which is concerning, because things are about to go really...ridiculous; with dad, with the Christmas show, with the single, with the panto. I need to be better prepared than this, but instead I moped around the house all morning and then listened to the Spurs match which is 90 minutes I won't get back.
Rehearsed at home for a bit and it was a reminder to myself how difficult this show is going to be to pull off on many levels - not only the lines, but the logistics of it, and just how big my private area is, especially when in this costume. So much can go wrong, and ticket sales are going really well, which is the last thing I need right now.
First proper, genuine business inquiry for our PR firm.
Popped back to see Mum, and Dad. Dad didn't know who I was, or what I why I was there. It's utterly destroying me.
Then off to play a gig with Aidy and Dave. It's gigs like this where it's very much a 'job' - ignored by the audience, but it's a bar gig on a Sunday night. No pressure on that one, though. Met up with old school friends Rachel and Ben afterwards for a quick catchup; Ben is a paramedic these days, Rachel is a psychiatric nurse. Both of them have such stressful jobs, I realised me getting stressed about people potentially not laughing is not stress at all, really, is it?
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