So it is one week until we rock the socks off at the Southside Fringe (get yer tickets here, bitch). How am I feeling? Surprisingly ok.
You know how usually I’m heavy, heavy stressed and over analysing and crying and screaming and stressing and drinking and shagging and stressing? Well…this time I’m only doing the shagging part (TOP LAD, AM I RIGHT?), and very little stressing and crying. I mean, obviously there’s been tears and arguments, but like…5%. I think I’m a new woman. I’m this cool, calm and collected lady. Like, I dunno, Miss Cool from Cool Runnings.
Maybe it’s because this isn’t my first show. I’ve been there, done that, got the 500 flyers to prove it. And whilst this show is still super mega important to me, it’s not my first so I’m more confident that I’ll smash the fuck out of it. Like having babies. The first is always terrifying, but by the time you have another, you’re all pffffffffft, clean your own bum.
Maybe I’m just forgetting something. We’ll get halfway through the first night and I’ll be like….shit. I forgot to learn my lines.
Maybe I’m just dead on the inside and have lost the ability to feel.
I don’t know. But I do know I am feeling confident and that is good.
You know what else is good? MY SHOW. COME AND SEE IT NOW. BUY YOUR TICKET NOW. SEE MY SHOW, YO YO.