The thing about big boozy nights is that you have no idea the next day who you've offended. I need a little more control, sometimes. Maybe I didn't offend anyone? Must have done. I'm not sure.
Woke up on a sofa, panicking that I'd lost my wallet (found it shortly after).
Took Mum to buy a new hoover, and generally moped around a lot moaning about my hangover. As I write this it's 10.15pm and I'm still struggling with it now.
Had an idea for another fringe show - got a brilliant title and concept for it, and I'm convinced I can create something really brilliant with it. I can't though, can I? 6 different productions is too many, and double the amount that I said last year was too many. But it's not actually that...that isn't the problem, my main reason for not actually doing more stuff is the lack of preview time. I don't have any evenings left pre-Edinburgh, which is just a bit daft.
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