2019 is fast coming to an end. This year has honestly been one of the best I’ve had in a long time, and I can sum up my feelings for it in two words: Busy and Proud.
Today is a sad day. A day of distraught. Of tears. Of loss. A day filled with misery, ending with crippling loneliness and despair. For today is the day that I am not allowed to watch EastEnders. And I am heartbroken.
Yes, the Fringe is well and truly over for another year. This was my fourth year performing at it, and the second time Fonmanu Creative produced a show. It’s also the first year I’ve made a profit, yaaaaaas!! I’m the ultimate baller now £££$$£££$$£££$££$ Ker-CHING. But asides from that, how was it? Weird.
I’ve been having a bit of a wild week. I’ve had several panic attacks, the worst I’ve ever had, and also had a new experience with paralysing anxiety. I’ve never had that before! It was wild! I literally couldn’t move because my anxiety was through the roof. However, ten minutes later after I recovered, I was dancing around my bedroom to Altered Images. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: borderline personality disorder is a fucking rollercoaster. A rollercoaster of fun!
REJOICE. CELEBRATE. APPLAUD. I AM MAKING PROGRESS! GO ME. I’M THE BEST.
No, it’s not about Pink Floyd. In fact, that is my entire knowledge of Pink Floyd. So if you were mislead by the title and expected this post to be about them, then shame on you. It’s about me, as all of these posts are. I mean, it’s my blog,
A question I get asked a lot is “How are you so good looking?” A question I get asked less frequently is “How do you write a show?” My answer to both these questions is the same: I don’t know, it just happened.