I feel simultaneously scared and excited by the prospect of my forthcoming comedy gig... I only hope that:
- It's not cancelled
- It goes well
- The friends who turn up enjoy it
- I'll not have to get a whole new set of friends afterwards
- I'm funny enough to justify standing on a stage with a microphone
Spring affects me quite a lot. It is, after all, mating season. However, I've converted its effects into my optimism, rather than becoming some sort of slavering pervert. Not that I should stop flirting a little...