holy fucking tired, batman my feet hurt from walking. i've got a case of exhausted. i need a sherpa.

the show almost sold out today. only one comp. all word of mouth.

we've never had fewer than 25 in our audience and today we had nearly 70.

the average audience size for a show at the festival is 6.

six.

the average is six.

if we have a few more days of 70 or so, we can then stop and still be
above average.

that's me; always trying to figure a way to do the very, very least.

the show today was not quite as good as yesterday's, performance-wise,
yet we're getting the looseness in the tightness that is so important.

i am nodding off to sleep. must sleep.

at some point, i will write more.

i'm doing a radio interview for some big radio show 8 hours. i should
go to sleep.

also. it is fucking hot here. whoever said that it was going to be
cold is a dickhead. i am a billion times lighter because of the
fucking non-stop sweating. i smell like someone who smells bad.

all provenz' and i do is rewrite the script. make it stop.
  ¶ 6:57 PM