Sugar rush

Yawn. Tired.

Been out today from 10 AM, till now, practicing and performing a play called "The Rock". It's not about gravel. It's a modernised confusing story my church made. I got through the day with a series of sugar rushes on Pepsi, Mars bars, Yorkies, lollies, crisps, chips, sandwiches, various chocolate bars and... Yeah. It's been a nutritional day for me today.

Sugar low now :-(

I did well anyway. At the last count I had four lines or so, give or take, which I delivered medicorely. What bad spelling. But yeah, it was a full house, about 220 people turned up, lots of applause (recorded, I presume, or merely out of politeness) and the band there (there was a band) played well.

So yeah, other than that, I had the very important duty of closing a door after someone ran through it, opening another door so a guy could carry a box through it, and lowering the general sound of the chorus with my musically dead voice. I settled for screaming at the audience.

So that was my day.

Feathers McGraw started growing feathers, by the way. Living right up to his name there.

I also called the other pigeon Zazu. Although I reckon it's a female. And not a parrot, or whatever the hell Zazu is. Hrm. What's the name of the chicken that knits a lot in "Chicken Run"?

Wait, I'm jabbering.
Oh. That's what a blog's for.

Hang on. i'm too tired for this...

See ya.