Didn't sleep well last night because the cat kept jumping on my face. I'm slightly worried this is going to be a struggle. Only slightly, no need to raise the alarm bells just yet.
Long day of TA stuff, managed to stop a fight, the usual legendary stuff.
During my lunchbreak (and, ahem, during a couple of the lessons) I continued work on my Respectable Street script, which I'm writing for an actor called Jonathan who I met at the fringe this year - it's a challenging piece but one I'm really excited about.
Sales of my Christmas monologues book from ages ago are still creeping in...need to get the new one finished and out there asap.
Long phone meeting with a venue about History of Pop, all confirmed for more performances now.
Three private lessons, all with terrible traffic slowing me down but all went well - good students, easy to teach. I tried out a few new things and it all worked a treat.
Over to Shepreth for our monthly comedy night. Not one single person from Shepreth there. In fact, we only had 4 proper audiences members in. The whole thing felt quite depressing. I was the headliner but it was totally pointless. Died on my arse.
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