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Went to see Chris Addison tonight. He was still very very funny, and attractive. Also found out he has a wife. Apparently I can't even crush on a person without them being utterly unavailable. Also went to see a benefit thingie with lots of comedians, but had to walk out halfway (in the interval), due to the fact that I had to catch the last train. Le sigh. There was a point to mentioning the latter gig, but besides the fact that I ran into Phil-Chris's-Best-Man, I can't remember what it was.

I have just realised how fucking much work I have to do by next week. It started with me thinking "I've got a bit to do, better get cracking", and then I started remembering more and more things I had to do. I'm utterly paralysed by it. I can tell I'll therefore get none of it done, because that's the very nature of this sort of stress. Oh god, would that I were just declared mad and put in a little safe cell where I didn't have to worry about writing editorial reports and book critiques.

Better go. If I'm lucky I'll get the minutes for the Vis Ink meeting two weeks ago done by bedtime.

(Thank the good lord below for autosaving drafts. I thought I'd lost this whole post when my computer crashed.)