Black Wednesday hits the festival and I prepare for the worst...only to be surprised at how well the night turns out.
A second gig at The Local appears to have me back on track after the drama of the previous two weeks.
The fatigue creeps in again but is soon banished from my thoughts with another sold out show and an elderly woman sitting in the front row.
Two big gigs and a general malaise of fatigue: it must be Suicide Wednesday at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival.
An inability to relax leads me to seeking out a gig in the hope that I can burn off some energy and grab a good night of sleep.
People talking at the bar and drunk dudes wanting autographs couldn't stop last night's show in Launceston from being an important step in the development of the new solo show.
A more sedate gig than the previous night lends itself to a smaller blog and more progress achieved onstage.