CNPS numbers spotted 0 (892).
I still have so much to do for the new show and so little progress is being made that I am feeling quite sick. There are four more tasks to complete, which is a bit of a problem in itself, but also this means that there will be at least four days of the next twenty or so when I can't write. Two of the tasks should be reasonably easy to complete, but I am still having trouble getting any kind of response from Germaine Greer or her people about the bra theft and my latest plan to spend a day cleaning out the cages in London zoo (mising an excrement based task with the danger of being savaged by beasts) seems unlikely to happen in time. I could still fall back on the nappies idea, but it all needs to be organised and I don't seem to be doing a great job at focusing at the moment. It would help if I wasn't so tired all the time. I wonder if it was like this for Hercules.
I suspect in the end I will pull it all together, but am overwhelmed by the magnitude of what I still have left to do - not least getting all this stuff written about and be able to tell the story in an hour.
But fear is good and ultimately I want to produce a piece of work to be proud of, so it should all come together. Having said that apart from writing up my Spanish adventures (which obviously will eb helpful for the show) I managed to do nothing today. But had I got the coach back I would have only got home at around midday and I don't think I'd have been in a fit state for anything, so I am at least one step ahead of where I would have been.
It'll be all right.
Probably.
