okay. so it's wednesday and the buzz from monday night's performance has well and truly worn off. i am now officially in the pits... maybe a sugar hit will carry me through till about 4pm, at which point i will atttempt to kill the first person that irritates me (ie the first person that does so much as breathe within a ten mile radius), then burst into tears. hmm... did someone say chocolate? i watched the tail end of rove last night and just caught the 'roving with rove' section. this goth boy told rove that he always fantasised that if he ever met rove, he'd like to take his lunch money and give him a wedgie. rove actually let the guy give him a wedgie. and it wasn't a polite wedgie either - it was funny as. probably the best thing i've seen on rove in a while! going to the meanjin lauch tomorrow night so hopefully that will lift my spirits. i am so woe is me that i am boring myself with it. i briefly contemplated hypnotherapy to cure my smoking and curb my obsessive tendencies, but if i didn't obsess, would i do anything? ie write, perform etc? and so now look at me. i'm obsessing at the thought of not obsessing anymore. last night i stressed myself to sleep with visions of having a large family dinner at my house. when i finally did nod off, i had one of those teeth-falling-out dreams again, but this time instead of my back teeth crumbling to a pulp, it was just the two of them at on the top, front row centre. and it happened just before i had to get up on stage to do my routine. oh, what does it all mean??? if you have any theories, share them.
in the meantime, spampoem four has arrived.