After August I will never moan about being busy again
I really must stop moaning about being too busy. My friend (I have only one) and I walked past the Wine Warehouse today. He turned to me and said, “You should live there!’ Cruel and only moderately funny but he’s not a professional. The truth is I am getting to be a constant moaner. You know, one of those people who’s constantly looking for people to feel sorry for them. I am feeling low because what with trying to learn a monologue for Edinburgh; develop my stand up show; write sketches for Omid, prepare for Montreal in less than two weeks; and do gigs five to six nights a week, I feel that I’m not far off going on a mass killing spree. they’ll ask me why and I’ll say, ” I don’t like Mondays….or Tuesdays, Wednesday’s Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays or Sundays because none of them seems to be my bloody day off.
Oh well…Dawn’s birthday tomorrow which means I will at least be forced to stop working for a night or else lose my manhood. We’re going to a ‘burlesque’ evening so I’ll have to watch where my eyes are looking as well. Dawn always has to have an extraordinary birthday. I’d just rather mark the passing of the years sobbing into a whisky and shouting at God. I hate ageing. I was good looking when I was young.. unfortunately I was also a complete dick.