So now I'm back in the real world and I'm crawling through work and I am so tired I can hardly see. I'm basically walking around with arms and legs but that's about all I'm doing. I'm doing an impression of myself. An impersonation. I'm doing a Lorin impersonation. Not a very good one.

Tonight, after another day catching up at work, I had a shiatsu massage at my favourite place in Melbourne, possibly the universe: the Japanese Bathhouse. Oh my lordy, that place is really something.

Aaaaaaaaanyhoo, once the goddess there had finished turning my body to liquid, she asked why I was so tired. I said I'd just done a comedy festival show.

She said, "Ah. The Comedy Festival. We've had a few of those."

I felt like I was the veteran of some shattered, defeated, crippled, brave army.

And in a way I guess I am.

Look at me, back in the first week of production, setting up my office outside the Kino Dendy in Collins Place. Just look at me. So awake. So focussed. So ready for the challenges of the weeks to come. WHAT A FOOL!

What a crazy, carefree fool!

I think, for now, I will aim for loftier things.

I think perhaps I should aim for more of this....

.... Now that's something I'm good at.