Speechless
It has been a long day...
It began when I woke at 4.30am. Bob knows why. Nervous excitement or something.
Today I was a 101 year old Hungarian, saggy breasted burlesque dancer.
It was a voiceover for a comedy puppet show set in a rundown hotel.
Speaking in low gravelly tones took its toll however and towards the end of tonight's rehearsal for Twelfth Night, I burbled full on gibberish in an Italianesque accent.
My brain is jam. Black cherry jam. On toast. Mmmmmmm...zzz...zzz...zzz...zzz...
Are these my feet?
Labels: Exhaustion, Gibberish, Hungarian, Speechless, Twelfth Night
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