Freelancing again today, with the guy who barely talks. Would feel awkward normally, but he just seems so comfortable with it. When I did try to talk; ie - to ask him a question (I knew the answer, I JUST FELT LIKE TALKING) my voice cracked like a pubescent 13-year-old and all the other freelancers looked on, giggling.
And then something *marginally* funny happened, which I'll put in a show. The current show, in fact; this one needs all the help it can get.
Mum is really down today about Dad, which has made me down too. And then my show tonight was cancelled because the host was also ill, which is great because it means I can re-write and rest my tired vocal chords, but I've just found myself dwelling on sad things. Stop dwelling, Richards, there's no need for this.
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