Filming CHRONOS today.

It was quite funny yesterday (though I was immensely stressed out). Things I was worried about:

- remembering my show.

- my Agent, who I sent my comps list to, but didn’t put the comps list through, so now I have more people coming than I have seats and need to figure out how to bend space, because basically by definition all the people who don’t have tickets are important enough that I wanted to give them free bloody tickets.

- the banjo I borrowed before edinburgh from John Robertson is at John Robertson’s place but also he is in Australia, so I need to find a new banjo before let’s say 2pm

- self consciousness about being filmed doing the show in the body I have at the moment (which is fine) and (despite the fact that I deliberately made a series of decisions that I wasn’t going to worry about anything but functionality for at least a year because fuck off and also who cares and also a year isn’t a long time and also breastfeeding ).

-Also attendant infuriated-ness about said self consciousness and assorted associated meditations on vanity and social norms and beauty standards that, to be frank, just take up unnecessary processing power. Can we X out of this program rather than having it run in the background please? I’d rather not be self conscious, but if I’m going to be self conscious I would rather not be self conscious about being self conscious, at least when I have other things to do - geesh.

- whether comedy would be cancelled because of the queen (it isn’t)

- sorting a babysitter for the afternoon.

I’ll send through the link for the Salon-ieres immediately. See youse all at 1pm London time or your local equivalent. It’ll be nice to have a normal human chat rather than just frothing around in a puddle of logistics.

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